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benedictscanvas · 1 year

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could you possibly do a benedict bridgerton friends to lovers fic with maybe some jealousy thrown in there? i adore your writing 🫶🏻

this request could not have come at a better time! i finally started my bridgerton rewatch recently and i can feel myself sparking with ideas yet again :) || 2k words, tw benedict is PINING & this is much more suggestive than my usual content, so 18+ please!

can't bear it - benedict bridgerton x reader

He looked bored. It was the first thing you noticed upon entering the ballroom and, in truth, it was often the first thing you noticed upon entering any ballroom. Over your years of friendship, it seemed you had a highly trained eye to seek him out amongst any crowd.

Just as your eyes strayed to him, as if he had similar training, his found you. What had been a dull stare at the ground to avoid any accidental eye contact with the Mamas scattered about the room quickly became a bright and excitable gaze locked to yours and you returned his slow-spreading smile with a rather unladylike grin.

"Hi," he mouthed, a grin of his own now twisting his features. You shook your head at him fondly, biting the inside of your cheek in a foolish attempt to stop your grin from growing any wider.

You were lucky to have a sister with whom your mother was preoccupied. It made it easy to hurry along the sides of the ballroom, exchanging nods with those you passed without stopping to greet them properly, to end up next to Benedict in record time.

You stood side by side, your usual routine, the backs of your hands inches apart but both facing outwards, as if surveying the rest of the room. Each one of your senses was entirely tuned into him as soon as you entered his presence, but it would not look as such to any onlookers.

"You'll start more rumours if you keep trying to communicate across such wide distances, Lord Bridgerton," you began, eyes fixed on the twirling couples so you didn't sneak a glance in his direction, "I thought we were attempting to rid ourselves of the clamours for our engagement."

"They can hardly read into a mere greeting," he responded easily, the words a mere murmur from the corner of his mouth, "I am a gentleman, as you know, and it would be impolite to simply ignore you."

"It would. You couldn't ignore me if you tried, anyway," you mused, "You'd get ever so bored."

"Always so self-important."

His mutter makes you bite back a smirk. Perhaps facing away from each other did nothing to hide your obvious conversation after all. Violet would be sure to notice, you knew, and may once again force Benedict into explaining the lack of proposal between the two of you.

In recent weeks, however, you had been struggling to explain it to yourself. Benedict was so dear to you, so utterly different to the men that regularly bored you, that once you had struck up such unlikely friendship, it seemed you valued it far too much to take it any further.

That, and there had never been any indication that Benedict himself saw marital potential within you. He was by no means a shy man. If he wanted you, you were quite sure he would have swept you off your feet by now.

And what a sweeping it would be, in those strong arms barely concealed by the crisp white shirt, billowing fabric...

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," a voice broke you from your spell, and your gaze accidentally drifted to Benedict in surprise before landing on the man interrupting you, "I believe I was promised a dance last we met, and I have heard you are a lady of your word."

You had to fight to keep yourself from frowning as you wracked your brains for his name. Unfortunately, you came up entirely empty and had no choice but to respond vaguely.

"I certainly would not like to gain a reputation for breaking promises," you smiled as taught, taking in handsome features and arms that didn't fill in a shirt nearly as well as Benedict's. You shook that thought from your head as you placed your hand in the unnamed stranger's own, "It would be an honour."

There was a splutter to your left, no doubt Benedict struggling to conceal his amusement at the sudden change in your tone. You allowed the man to lead you to the dance floor, turning subtly to send Benedict a wry smile but finding him staring right through you, expression anything but amused.

It wiped the smile clean off your own face.

His face was thunder throughout your dance, you noticed, however much you tried to focus on the pleasantly mundane conversation provided by your new partner. He really was quite good looking, if only you could appreciate it, but you were entirely preoccupied by Benedict's new foul mood and what could have caused it.

As the dance ended, you bowed politely to your captor, which was the only word that came to mind for him, and hurried in the direction of your favourite friend only to find him gone. This time you did frown, despite your mother's warnings of wrinkles, and picked up your skirt lightly as you slipped out of the ballroom.

Searching side room after side room proved useful. You soon found what could be described as a studio, with large windows to let the light in but currently only cast moonlight across the canvases spread around the room. The moon also lit up half of Benedict, who was stood at the window, staring out into the gardens.

"Be prepared to hide under that desk if anyone should come knocking," you said, startling him as you clicked the door shut behind you, "I shan't let you compromise my honour just because I have to chase after you when you're having a tantrum."

He glowered at you at the mention of a tantrum, the kind of look he usually levelled his brothers with rather than you. It was new territory and you found yourself quickly floundering.

"I did not bid you to follow me."

"And yet here I am," you reminded, taking a tentative step, "So why don't you put a stop to this strange mood and tell me what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not," he said curtly, his voice a little wrong as he turned to face you at last. Were those tears? "Please return to the festivities and I will join you momentarily."

You'd never seen Benedict cry before. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever seen a man cry in your life, and the sight was terrifying. You wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a long overdue embrace, but you kept yourself stock still in the middle of the room.

"Benedict..." you began, not sure where you were going despite the plea in your voice, "Please. I have never seen you like this."

He laughs, but its harsh.

"You must not be very observant then, Y/N."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In fact, you must be positively blind. Maddeningly so. How do you ever get anything done?"

You could feel tears of your own welling up in your eyes and blinked them away furiously. It was a great effort to keep your voice level when you spoke.

"I have known you to be many things, Bridgerton, but you are not cruel. I am sure I have done nothing to deserve such vehement insult, so-"

"I quite disagree," he interrupted, face fierce as he stalked over to you until he was right in front of you. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt the rise of his chest almost against your own, "You are observant, Y/N, and far from blind. It is your cruelty at fault here, not mine. It is yours."

He hissed the last word, pointing a finger at you so close to your chest that your head was spinning. His closeness was intoxicating, his scent crowding you out of enough oxygen and his words were making you lightheaded with panic.

"You're not making any sense," you murmured. His fingertips ghosted across the fabric of your dress near your hips, barely there, and nowhere near the skin underneath.

"You must see it," he mutters back, all gritted teeth and barely concealed restraint, "You must see that I worship you. That I always have."

Your inhale sounded more like a gasp. He shook his head above you, moving closer until his chin was pressed hard into your temple and you keened into the touch.

"I know you do not feel the same. And you are not obligated to, I swear it. But taunting me as you do. Playing with me only to dance with another..." he trails off, breath shuddering, and you can hear those tears in his voice again, "I can't bear it. Please, Y/N, I cannot bear it."

Neither can you.

You reach up and take his face in both hands, finding chiseled cheekbones and jawline, thumbs either side of his lips as you pull him until you can look up into his face again. Your gaze flickers across his face, and you wipe the tears from his face with shaking fingers.

"You're blind, Benedict," you say, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips brush his, soft, like the ghost of his fingertips against fabric. You know what you want him to do and you need him to do it first, need him to take your lead and run away with it.

When he fists his hands in your dress at your hips and drags you into him, your prayers are answered.

He opens your mouth to his, still gentle but insistent, demanding more, more, more of you. You'd give him everything, right here, mainly because you know he'd never take it. He seems more than content with the here and now as it is, especially when your hands slip into his hair and he lets out a low grumble of a moan that you feel everywhere.

He's trying to pull you closer still when you break for air, gasping it in as the two of you pant into each other's mouths. He runs a hand down your hair, your neck, your arm, until he intertwines his fingers with yours, chases your lips for a peck, then another, then another. You meet him with a lazy grin.

"I dance with the Lords of the ton every ball," you breathe out, "I'd have noticed if you reacted like this every time."

Benedict was grinning too. He looked far more like himself when he did.

"They are usually old, ugly fools," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought, "I always hate them having their hands all over you, but watching a young charming bastard who may just have a chance with you hold you as I have always dreamed of doing? It was enough."

"He never had a chance, my Lord," you assured, tracing his hairline, his earlobe just to see him shiver, "You are, as already accused, blissfully blind. Blind as a bat, I should think."

"Recent developments would suggest that to be true," he mused, glowing in a way he wouldn't usually when wrong. Then, all too quickly, his face briefly fell, "I truly apologise for all that I said to you, Y/N. There is no excuse, it was cruel."

"Hm," you agreed, "It was. Although, I can think of a multitude of ways you can make it up to me. Would you care to hear them?"

His eyes lit up at the realisation of your teasing. It was familiar, exactly what had drawn you both to each other time and time again. It was likely what would keep you together for eternity.

"I would like nothing more."

"How about I sit right up here..." you began lowly, moving to take a seat on the desk, "-you sit yourself underneath this desk, and we can have a conversation about compromising my honour."

You grinned at him wolfishly. It looked almost as if his eyes rolled back into his head already, but it wasn't long until he was kneeling in front of you, hands on the hem of your dress.

"And what would you know about compromising your honour, Miss Y/L/N?"

You ran a hand through his hair and used it to roughly yank him forward, until his nose was pressed to the fabric of your dress, exactly where you wanted him. It was easy to see it now, as he stared up at you in total awe: the way he worshipped you.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

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literalite · 3 months

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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

#ts4 #urghhgh idek how many hours this is cumulatively. dont wanna #ts4 edit #seph.txt #p

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An Unexpected Visitor: Parallels

(Chapter 2)

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader (All aged up)

Warnings: cursing, dom-Lo’ak, p in v, oral (M receiving), multiple orgasms, BREEDING KINK, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink (kinda), lo’ak being all romantic

Chapter 1

Synopsis: You were promised to Neteyam. Him being next in line for olo’eyktan and you training to be the next tsahik, it only made sense. However, you had lo’ak on your mind. What happens when lo’ak gets tired of sneaking around, and asks you to be his mate? Will your father approve of this?

🔞MDNI🔞

“No.” Your father sterned. Sharpening his knife infront of your shared family hut. No? What did he mean….no?

You had built the courage to ask your father if lo’ak could come to dinner tomorrow night. And trust, it was hard to just come out and say it. So for him to just shut you down immediately, it hurt your feelings.

“But daaadddd!” You whined, arms crossed around your chest. “No buts! You are promised to Neteyam. It took me long enough to get over THAT. Now you’re In-love with his younger brother? Do you see how this makes you look?” He asked, haulting the attack on his knife to glance at you with a confused look.

“Ok. I’m not IN-LOVE with him. I just like him…a lot. And those were rules YOU and Mr.SULLY set into place. Neteyam and I have no romantic connection at all.” You clapped back, respectfully.

“I get that, trust me. And if you wish to not be mated with neteyam, we can come to a common decision. But you will NOT mate with lo’ak. He is a trouble maker. My daughter does not need to be seen with the likes of someone like that.” He explained, giving you a quick look that signaled for you to leave this situation alone for now. However, you had to explain yourself, and get your father to see things your way.

“Father. He’s not as bad as you think he is. He is learning to be good, and gentle. He’s sweet to me, and he treats me right. He’s actually the one who requested that I set this meeting up between you two. He didn’t want to take me out on a date without your blessing.” You spoke softly, fiddling with your thumbs while you swayed back and forth.

Your fathers ears flicked in the cool night breeze, and his eye contact shot to you in surprise. This didn’t sound like the lo’ak that HE knew. Not the hothead, the fighter, the trouble maker that Jake had told him about. This sounded like a gentleman. Someone who might actually love his daughter. And then he thought about how he met your mother. It was a similar story to you and lo’ak. He was TOO a trouble maker, but when he met your mother, something inside of him changed for the better. Maybe this was some kind of weird parallel.

He sighed, clenching his jaw as he looked out into the distance…thinking about what he was going to say next….

“Dinner is just before sunset. No earlier, no later.” Your father said, standing to his full height. His expression was still, but you could tell that he was opened to meeting lo’ak, properly.

“Oh, Thank you Father! Thank you so much!” You rejoiced, giving your father the biggest hug your little arms could. You could hear the faint chuckle rumbling in his chest as he hugged you back.

- - -

You were over the moon. It was all you could think about as you sat in your room. There was actually a possibility that this could work out. But then it hit you…the anxiety.

This is such an awkward meeting, really. Your father isn’t a fan of lo’ak, and lo’ak knows that. Yet, you have the 2 most important men in your life finally coming face to face. And eywa, they were one and the same. That’s why you liked lo’ak so much, he reminded you of your father. All of the good, and not so good qualities. Two bold personalities in one room? This was going to be an interesting night…

- - -

The next day, you drowned yourself in your daily chores. Just so you could get everything off of your mind. Your nerves were coursing through your entire body so heavily that it was hard to think of anything else BUT tonight. You were also very antsy and “jumpy” today. So when you felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you behind the nearby tree, you let out a high pitched shriek.

“Woah, woah HEY! Chillll out. It’s just me.” Lo’ak chuckled, holding a finger over his lips to signal for you to be quiet. You let out a huge sigh of relief, backing into the tree behind you.

“You fucking scared me! Are you crazy?” You hissed lowly, punching him in the stomach, yet it didn’t faze him whatsoever.

“Damn, im sorry. We do this everyday, and you’ve never reacted like this. You good?” He asked with his lighthearted smirk that made you melt. You realized that you may have over reacted alittle bit.

“I-Im sorry, lo’ak. I’m just alittle on edge about tonight. That’s all.” You shook your head, clearing your throat.

“Didnt your father say it was ok for me to come over?” He asked, his hand now resting on the bark behind you. “Well, yes! Yes…he did.” You spat. Lo’ak gave you a look as if he wanted you to continue your thought.

“Buuuuttt?” He asked, signaling for you to keep talking. “But, I’m nervous. What if it doesn’t go well?” You whined, pouting up at him as tears began to flood your vision. He stepped alittle closer, caressing your cheek gently.

“It WILL go well, ok? Your fathers gonna love me. I’ll make sure of it. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head. Don’t cry, please? I’ve got this, I SWEAR to you. You trust me?” His tone more serious than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Mhm.” You whined, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” He smiled, shifting his large hand to your neck before pecking your soft lips.

“And plus…you look too good to be crying right now. You got all dressed up for me, huh?” He asked, that playful tone making an appearance again. He took a step back just to admire you. And eywa, you were beautiful.

You were wearing his favorite color, purple. The cloths were alittle more revealing than usual, but he liked that. It just meant that he’d have to work twice as hard to keep the other men away from you. You had the glitter that you liked to wear, all over your body. Not too much, just enough to hit the sun just right. He loved it on you. He didn’t care that his mother would give him dirty looks when he walked into his family hut shining like a fucking disco ball. And your hair…eywa he couldn’t forget about your hair.

It always smelled so good. You wore it in different styles everyday, which was different from the other girls he’d seen. But his favorite style was the 2 Dutch braids. You looked great with them, but he had…other reasons for why he liked them. He would use them as leverage when he fucked you senseless from behind. And ofcourse, you were sporting that same style today.

“Fuuuck.” He whispered, eyeing you up and down. You giggled alittle bit, you loved getting him flustered. He took a few steps closer, now placing both of his hands on the bark behind you.

“You sure know how to take me there, don’t you?” He asked, leaving wet kisses on your neck. Your head flew back against the bark, lip between your teeth as you basked in the pleasure.

“I just wanna eat your sexy ass up.” He groaned, one of his hands sliding down to the small of you back, pulling you flush into him harshly. He had a grip on you so tight that you could really see the muscle definition in his arm.

“Mmm, L-Lo’ak, I’ve gotta go back.” You moaned, haulting his attack on your neck to kiss his lips sloppily. He groaned into the kiss, now sliding his hand down to the plush of your ass, gripping it firmly. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible.

Maybe you were getting alittle side tracked…but you couldn’t fucking help it. Not with lo’ak all over you, making you feel good. But if this was going to work, you two had to get over this little hurdle first. It was about the bigger picture at the end of the day.

You pulled away quickly, giving him no time to grab you. You wiped your lips and adjusted your loincloth. He growled in frustration, jaw clenching as he wiped his lips with his thumb, eyeing your small frame. You loved seeing him aggravated, it was so damn hot.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He chuckled angrily. “Well, I have to GO.” You smirked, eyeing him up and down before turning to walk away. You didn’t really get too far, he pulled you flush into his chest by your braids.

“Yeah, ok. Soon I’ll have you…and I mean REALLY have you. And once I get you….I’m not letting up…I’ll see you later.” He whispered in your ear, placing a small peck on the lobe before letting you go and walking off. Leaving you completely disoriented…..and horny.

- - -

The day went on as usual. Still alittle nervous but excited for the possibility that lo’ak could finally be yours.

It was almost time, and your mother was getting dinner ready while your father was setting the table. You…on the hand, were pacing back and forth outside of your families hut, anxiously waiting for lo’aks arrival.

Your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing. The worst possible scenario’s continued to play in your head. You just wished that you could skip all of this, and get to the good part…if there even was one.

“You’re gonna burn a whole in the ground, kid.” Your father spoke, a tinge of playfulness in his tone. You turned quickly, meeting your fathers gaze.

“I-I’m just alittle nervous is all.” You confessed, constantly looking back to see if lo’ak was coming or not.

“If I wasn’t going to give him a FAIR chance, then he wouldn’t have been invited. I’m not going to be biased, or rude. So stop pacing.” He chuckled, arms crossed around his broad chest.

You sighed, feeling alittle bit better about the situation now. You nodded, turning back around to look out for lo’ak. It was silence for a few seconds before your father began to speak again.

“You know…lo’ak was a lot like me when I was his age.” He said, leaning against the foundation of the hut. Your ears perked, turning to look at your father.

“Really? How so?” You asked.

“Well, your uncle was the golden child. He really did everything in his power to live up to our fathers expectations. He listened, pulled his weight and mines most of the time. He stayed out of trouble. Kinda like Neteyam.” He started.

“And you?” You asked. He sighed, looking off into the distance.

“I was a hot head, always in fights. I liked to do my own thing, and couldn’t care less about my father’s expectations for me. I caused a lot of trouble back then, babygirl.” He finished, a look of defeat plastering his face.

“Well what happened? You’re definitely not like that anymore.” You asked curiously. Your father chuckled to himself, smiling ear to ear as his tail began to sway behind him quickly.

“Your mother happened.” He said with pride. A look of hope began to paint your face. You wanted to know more.

“Well go onnn!” You spat, waiting for the rest of this familiar love story. Your father chuckled before continuing.

“Your uncle was supposed to mate with her. But I was the one who LIKED her. And just my luck, she liked me too. We started hanging out, and we fell in love. Her father didn’t approve of this because of my reputation, so we would sneak around. But I don’t know I just…..I wanted something MORE with your mother. So I promised her that I would be good. Be the man that she deserved. And that I did. I would’ve done anything to make her mine.” He confessed. If you weren’t mistaken, you could see tears prickling at your fathers eyes.

“That’s so sweet, dad. Did grandfather ever approve of you?” You asked, curiously.

“It took time but…he did eventually.” Your father nodded. “But I want to give lo’ak a chance because I know what it’s like…to be one big disappointment.” He muttered, ears folded to his skull. This all seemed too familiar, it was almost scary for you. It’s funny how history repeats itself, you thought.

“And speaking of lo’ak…” your father smiled, nudging his head in your direction. You turned around swiftly, and there he was… walking towards your hut with flowers in hand. Your heart began to flutter, and you just couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on your face. You were so excited to see him, especially after the story that your father had shared with you.

“LO’AK!” You shouted in an excited tone, running towards him. He smiled at you, holding his arms out for your embrace.

“Hey, babygirl.” He chuckled , catching you in one of his arms. He hugged you tightly, his arm wrapped around your middle. He just gave you a small peck on your cheek out of respect for your father before he placed you back on the ground, gracefully.

“These are for you, yawne.” He smiled, placing the flowers in your hand. You giggled, admiring how pretty the bioluminescence flora was.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you, my love.” You smiled, grabbing his hand. You pulled him towards your hut, where your father was trying his best to hide his smile. He cleared his throat, putting on a serious face when you both reached him.

With your hand in his, lo’ak stretched out his free hand, signing a greeting to your father. Lo’ak took a deep breath before speaking.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, keivìo Te Lepeä Hiìweron’itan.” He spoke confidently, now extending his hand for a hand shake. You waited in anticipation. Watching your father glance at lo’aks hand and then back up at him….it felt like minutes went by. Until a welcoming smile creeped across your fathers face, extending his arms for a hug.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, lo’ak te suli Tsyeyk’itan.” Your father spoke with a small nod. Lo’ak became visibly happy, smiling ear to ear as he embraced your father with a genuine hug. You watched in awe, almost in tears at the scene infront of you.

“How you doin’, kid?” Your father asked, patting lo’ak on the back. “Im doing well, sir. Thank you for asking.” Lo’ak nodded. He was honestly relieved that your father was willing to give him a fair judgment.“That’s great, lo’ak. Im happy to hear that.” He started.

“We’ve gotta talk, ok? Man to man. Just you and I. Deal?” Your father asked. “Ofcourse sir, I completely understand.” Lo’ak gave him a firm nod.

“Y/n, how about you go check on dinner. I’m gonna talk to your little boyfriend here about a few things.” Your father joked, causing you and lo’ak to laugh. “Yes, father.” You nodded before walking into the hut.

“Let’s sit down.” Your father spoke, gesturing at the chairs Infront of him. They both took a seat, staring off into the night sky.

“What are your intentions, lo’ak?” Your father asked calmly. Lo’ak had been waiting to confess his love for you, and this was the perfect time.

“Well, I know I have a bit of a reputation. So, I can see why you would ask that question.” He chuckled before continuing. “But I love, y/n. And I’m trying to change for her, to be the man that she deserves. Because the truth is….I want her to be my mate. But I know I have some work to do if I want to gain your blessing, sir.” Lo’ak finished, feeling proud that he was able to express his feelings the correct way.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, a smile creeping across his lips. “I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll protect her, and keep her safe as well. I’ve seen you in action before. So I’ll skip that question.” Your father joked, insinuating that lo’aks numerous fights were enough to seal that deal. Lo’ak chuckled at the comment before speaking.

“I’m glad you know that. But I’ll only be fighting if I need to protect HER from now on. No other reasons sir, I swear.” Lo’ak spoke affirmatively.

“Good, Good. And so I’m assuming that you already have a personal hut picked out for you two, right?” Your father asked. It was normal to move in with your mate expeditiously. That’s how it happened with your mother and father, and that’s how it was supposed to happen for you and lo’ak.

“I do, sir. It was a surprise that I’d been working on for some time. I built it myself, just for her.” Lo’ak explained.

“Oh, so you just knew you were going to mate with my daughter?” Your father chuckled, and lo’ak along with him. “Well, I was hoping that I would. And it’s better to be prepared for moments like this.” Lo’ak smiled.

“Hey, I get it! Trust me. When were you planning on moving in?” Your father asked. Lo’ak gulped loudly, hoping that his next answer wouldn’t jeopardize the rapport he had just built with this man.

“Well….with your blessing, ofcourse. I was hoping to move her in tomorrow.” Lo’ak finished his statement more like a question, looking over to your father.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, staring into the night sky. It was silence for a minute or two while your father took time to think.

“You have my blessing to mate with my daughter. She speaks so highly of you, it’s kinda hard not to say yes. And if she’s happy, then I’m happy.” Your father confessed. Lo’ak mentally cheered, he was so damn happy that everything was going as planned. “Thank you. Thank you so much sir!” Lo’ak smiled.

“I want you to remember this conversation when you’re sitting where I am…talking to YOUR daughters future mate.” Your father laughed, him and lo’ak both standing in unison. Lo’ak chuckled, extending his hand out for another handshake. Your father obliged with a bright smile.

“Take care of my little girl, please. She’s my only daughter. And if ,later down the line, you find out that this just isn’t for you…I just ask that you don’t hurt her….just bring her back to me.” Your father explained with a firm nod.

“Oh, sir. I would never hurt her. I want this forever. I will do anything to keep her happy. And you know I’ll protect her with my life, that’s a promise.” Lo’ak spoke in a serious tone, because he meant every fucking word.

“Thank you, lo’ak.” Your father nodded.

“Let’s eat, then!” You father cheered, guiding lo’ak into the hut for dinner.

The night went better than you expected. It was filled with joy, and laughter. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to end your day. And once it was over, your father and mother said their goodbyes to lo’ak.

“Hey, how about you two go out or something? No need to sneak around anymore.” Your father joked, winking at lo’ak. Lo’ak understood immediately. It was time to show you the home that he built for his future family.

“Ah! You’re absolutely right, sir.” Lo’ak agreed, taking you by the hand. You were alittle confused. Now all of the sudden your father and lo’ak were in cahoots on something that you had no knowledge of.

“Where are we going this late?” You chuckled, looking back at your father. He sighed loudly.

“I finally give you to the man, and now you want to ask all these questions. Just go with him.” You father laughed, causing an uproar of laughter from everyone.

“You trust me?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. “Ofcourse I do.” You smiled. Lo’ak kissed you on the forehead before pulling you towards the hut door.

“Uhh, what time should I have her back?” Lo’ak asked. You both looking back at your father.

“I think we’re way past that now. She’s all yours. You two have fun tonight, and be safe…..NO BABIES YET PLEASE!” Your father spoke, shoving you both out of the hut and closing the door. You and lo’ak both glanced at eachother before laughing in unison, and you were off to your secret location….

You two had been walking for about 10 minutes before you came across this great big hut. It was the biggest one you’d ever seen. It was nicely built as well. You could tell that whoever worked on this, had some kind of personal connection to it.

“Lo’ak? What’s going on?” You asked curiously. He smiled at you before opening the door and guiding you in.

“Welcome home, yawne.” He spoke softly, closing the door behind him. You gasped, looking around the beautiful hut. Nicely woven rugs covered the floor. There was a huge sitting area in the middle of the hut. There were steps that lead up to an opened loft area, where a huge sized cot laid. It was gorgeous…and all yours?

“Home? Like…you and I?” You asked, turning around to face him. He nodded at you, walking alittle closer.

“I spent months making this for us, because I knew that I’d make you mine one day. I’ve been making plans for us, baby. I want this to be real. I want you to be my mate…” he confessed, a heartwarming, proud smile plastering across his face. You never thought a guy like lo’ak could be so romantic. It really took you by surprise. He deserved the world for the way he’s been treating you.

“Lo’ak, I love you so much. I wanna mate with you too.” You explained, a hint of lust in your voice that he didn’t quite pick up on yet.

“Oh, I love you more baby. Im glad we’re on the same page.” He nodded, smiling at you innocently.

“Hmm. I wanna mate with you…right now.” You confessed, head tilted slightly as you walked over to him. Caressing his chest.

“Oh?” He spoke, eyebrow cocked as he watched your hands roam his body. His muscles began to tense at your soft touch.

“Yeah. I wanna start that family we’ve been talking about. Remember?” You asked, backing him into the couch until he plopped down on the plush surface. He looked visibly flustered, guess he wasn’t really expecting this from you tonight.

“I-I remember.” He nodded, adjusting his hips as he watched you intently. You began to take off your items, piece by piece.

“Damn. You’re coming outta that shit pretty quickly, don’t you think?” He asked with a lustful tone as he watched each item hit the floor until you were completely naked before him. You smirked, dropping to your knees infront of him.

“Not quick enough. I need you right now.” You confessed, palming his huge bulge. His head dipped back into the couch as he hissed loudly.

“Fuck, you know I hate when you tease. Just take it, baby. It’s all yours.” He moaned, his head shooting back down to where you were. That was all you needed to hear. Damn the strings of his loincloth, you began to rip it off of his hips until his aching cock was visible. It was jumping with every heartbeat as precum oozed from the tip.

You immediately began to stroke his cock, nice and slow how he liked it. He was quickly becoming a mess under you, and you haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe he was still horny from earlier in the day, but he seemed alittle more sensitive than usual.

You began kitty licking the tip before sucking on it, swirling your wet tongue around it until he was squirming under you. Then without warning, you engulfed his entire length. Immediately bobbing your head up and down his large shaft nice and slow.

“Ohhh that’s it. Juuust like that, goddamn.” He moaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth gently. Your amber eyes shot up at him, watching him bask in the pleasure. He was so hot. His eyebrows were furrowed as a thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He would let out a small whimper with every roll of your tongue. You were driving that man crazy.

“You’re k-killing me, baby. Gonna make me cum in that pretty mouth.” He muttered through a clench jaw. He grabbed the back of your head, steadying it to fuck your throat.

You opened your mouth wide and let him use you as his own personal little fuck toy. You began to gag, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes crossed.

“Yesss, look at that. Only time I like watching your sexy ass cry.” He groaned, muscles contracting as his peak was nearing quickly.

“Shit baby, I-I’m boutta nut.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth fell agape. He used his free hand to grip the plush of the couch while his head dipped back in pure bliss.

“Mhmmm, that’s ittttt.” He growled, releasing his load into your mouth. Ropes and ropes of cum finding refuge on your tongue. He slid you off of his cock carefully, a loud gasp parting your lips as his seed flowed down your chin. Your were all teary eyed and flustered, it was so hot.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, slurping the access seed off of his balls. He finally caught his breath, watching you intently.

“Hmm. You want this dick, don’t you? You need it right?” He asked in a soft yet lustful tone. You simply nodded.

“I want your babies in me. I wanna be pregnant with your children, lo’ak. Give it to me, please.” You begged, playing with your breasts sensually.

“Oh, now you want my babies huh? Want me to make you a mom, right? Like the little slut you are. You just need to be filled up reaaaal nice, yes?” He asked, standing to his full height infront of your kneeling figure.

“Yes, daddy.” You nodded, waiting for him to have his way with you. He clenched his jaw with a low growl. Without warning, he picked you up, walking you over to the wooden table.

He plopped you down and began attacking your neck while simultaneously scenting you. You were his and ONLY his now. It was time that everyone knew.

His strong arm was wrapped around your middle, bringing you closer to him as he stood between your legs. You could feel the slick pooling onto the wood beneath you, smearing your thighs and making a mess. You were so ready for him.

He pulled away, grabbing his cock to line up with your entrance. Before you knew it, he was buried deep inside of you. You both moaning loudly as he began to thrust into you nice and deep. His strokes were rhythmic, rolling his hips into yours with a fucking purpose.

He placed his hands on either sides of your thighs firmly while he teased your lips with his. Ghosting them as he moaned from the intense pleasure.

“This pussy is driving me crazy, baby. It’s so fucking good.” He smirked, against your lips creating a great amount of tension between you two.

“Think you can make me a father, hmm? Wanna carry my babies for me like a good girl?” He asked, tilting his head to get a better angle of your pleasure filled face. His thrusts began to get harder, rocking the entire hut with his force.

“Y-Yessss!” You whined, tears blurring your vision. You and lo’ak have had sex numerous times. But this time was overwhelming, and oh so fucking good.

“Want me to fill this pussy up? Until you’re leaking my seed? Hmm? You need this shit, don’t you?” He teased, his lips still ghosting yours as he fed you deep strokes. You couldn’t even think straight, you were a fucked out mess. Blabbering complete nonsense, going dumb for the pleasure.

“I-I need it. Need it s-s-oooo bad, daddy.” You whimpered, arching your back and dipping your head to the ceiling. He used that as the perfect opportunity to nip at your neck with his sharp fangs. Still simultaneously playing in your guts like his life depended on it.

Your walls began to flutter around his cock, signaling that you were close…very close. “I-I’m gonna cum. D-Daddy, you’re gonna make me cummm!” You cried, your pretty face balling up in pleasure. You felt him smirk against your neck, speeding up his pace to get you there quicker.

“Mhm, cum for daddy. Let it all out, you deserve it pretty girl.” He praised, placing a few more kisses on your neck before his lips were inches away from yours again. You were in complete euphoria, nothing like you had ever experienced before. And you knew this orgasm was going to ruin you in the best way possible.

“Wait, I think I-I’m gonna squirt, lo’ak.” You whispered, panting heavily as you began to push on his stomach lazily.

“Yeah? It feels so good that you wanna squirt for me, huh?” He teased, his thumb finding its way to your clit, rubbing it gently to stimulate you further.

Your mouth flew opened, silent screams escaping while he kissed your bottom lip. “That’s it, squirt for me then baby.” He nodded, working your pussy in every way possible. Your whole body started to seize, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to come undone. Your squirt painting lo’aks abdomen.

“Ohhhh shit.” Lo’ak moaned. Your orgasm was triggering his. The constant fluttering of your walls was desperately trying to milk him dry.

“Y/n, im cumming…o-ohhh fuuck im cumming!” He groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure as he finally released inside of you. Ropes and ropes of endless seed dumping into your empty womb. It felt so good, that it had you cumming again.

“Yesss daddy, that’s itttt!” You screamed, legs completely numb at this point. He fucked you both through your orgasms. You two becoming an overstimulated mess for eachother.

“I gotta fill you up again. I-I need it.” He growled, pulling out of you to flip you over aggressively. He pinned your wrists behind your back with just one of his giant hands. The other one guiding his cock back into you. You both moaning at the feeling again.

He set a merciless rhythm from the start, fucking his seed deep into you so there’s no excuse why you’re not pregnant in the weeks to come. The heavy smacks caused by his deep thrusts were ringing through the hut. He was fucking the daylights out of you, using you as his personal toy that he could do with whatever he so pleased.

“I told you that I wouldn’t let up when I finally got you, remember? HMM?” He asked, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the recoil of your ass.

“Yes! I-I remember, daddy…I remember!” You cried, your voice rippling from his forceful thrusts that were single handedly shaking the entire fucking room.

“I’m gonna breed you as many times as I feel like it tonight. WHERE EVER I feel like it! I’m gonna breed this pussy on the couch, on the floor, on that fucking cot I built! On this goddamn table! I don’t give a fuck, got it?!” He growled, pulling your 2 Dutch braids for leverage.

“Mhmm! I understand, I-I swearrr!” You screamed, your orgasm creeping up on you once more. He shifted his hands to your ass, holding your cheek open to watch his creamy cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt.

“Ohh…yeah” he groaned, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was close again. So ready to fill you up for a second time.

“I-im gonna nut in this pussy again, fuuuuck.” He moaned, smacking your ass a few times until his huge handprints were visible on you. He continued to expertly smash into your sweetspot with every hard thrust.

“Ohhh great mother, please! I-I’m cumming again, I’m cumming again lo’ak!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, your voice becoming horse and strained. You began to seize again, screaming loudly as you released for a third time.

“The great mother cannot save you from ME. You’ve gotta take this dick, tonight.” He teased, smacking your ass again as he fucked you through your orgasm. And just like last time, the fluttering of your sweet walls triggered yet another orgasm from lo’ak.

“Ah..hah Fuuuck!” He moaned, dumping another huge load into your womb, fucking it into you harshly. You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of his warm seed seeping into your womb made your head spin.

“That’s right, take all of it like a good girl.” He grunted, finally thrusting into you gently. Your eyes crossed in pleasure once more as he pulled out slowly.

He held your hips in place, so that you wouldn’t fall. Your legs were shaking badly, his seed dripping down your thighs slowly.

“Shit. That tight little pussy can’t hold all of daddy’s cum, I guess.” He teased. He flipped you over to face him. Sliding into you again, He shifted your trembling legs over his arms so that the bend of your knee’s were resting gently over the bend of his arms. He picked you up off of the table and began fucking you slow and deep.

“I-I can’t cum again. I-I can’t.” Your voice was gone, so it came out as a strained whisper. He engaged in a sloppy kiss with you as he continued to fuck into you expertly.

“I’ll make you cum again, don’t worry. I told you, I’m not letting up. I’m gonna keep cumming in this pussy.” He whispered against your quivering lips, maintaining a dangerous amount of eye contact.

He began to speed up his pace, squelching sounds filling the hut as you screamed with the little bit of voice you had left. He was hitting all the right spots yet again. “I love you.” He smirked, eyeing your lips before licking his.

“I-I love you too, daddy.” You whined, and as promised, you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. You couldn’t believe that you were about to cum again. It was like he knew your body better than YOU did.

“Someone’s about to cum again, I can feel it.” He groaned, smiling against your lips before pecking them gently.

“Fuck, I-I can’t stop!” You screamed, head going limp as you let loose for the 4th time tonight. He let out a dark laugh at your pathetic little whining.

“Yeah? I can’t stop either. I’m right behind you.” He teased, fucking you hard and deep. “Mhmm, here it comes again baby. J-Just for you.” He groaned, looking you in your eyes while he came inside of you again, emptying his balls in your womb for a third time.

“Shittt! No more, daddy. P-Please, I can’t take it.” You pleaded, wrapping your trembling arms around his neck. He laughed at you, walking up the steps with you in his hands.

“You must take me for a fucking joke.” He whispered in your ear before laying you down on the cot gently. You knew that meant that he wasn’t done with you. You turned over lazily, trying to crawl away from him. That didn’t work out well for you at all.

He flipped you back over, pulling you down to him. “Need some energy? I think it’s about that time baby.” He titled his head grabbing his queue from behind his back. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, sitting up on your elbows.

You nodded frantically, grabbing your queue as well, giving it to him. You were too tired to do it yourself.

He wasted no time. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and it was finally here. Your trendils collided with his and your pupils blew. You could feel everything. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

“Damnnn.” He moaned, separating your trembling legs. Sliding into you this time felt different, for both of you. It was so intense that it was hard to describe.

“Ohhh that’s so much better.” He moaned, gripping your waist to bring you down on his cock like a fuck toy. You were a mess yet again, so loud that he was sure that someone heard you at this point.

He rolled his hips into yours, fucking into you nice and slow. Taking his time with you, he didn’t want this feeling to end so quickly. He had to savor it.

“Fuck me deeper…harder. Please.” You cried, spreading your legs wider for him. He clenched his jaw, your pleads making his head spin. He took your legs, and placed them over his shoulder before bending down until you two were sharing the same breath. You were practically folded in half while he fucked into you harder and deeper, just like you asked.

His hands were placed on either sides of your head while his sticky pelvis collided with yours repeatedly. He thought you were loud before…you were hitting high notes for him now.

“That’s it, let it out baby. Give it to me.” He nodded before engaging in yet another sloppy kiss. One that could shut you up completely as he continued his attack on your worn out cunt.

“I love you. I love you so much, y/n.” He spoke against your lips. “I-I love you too!” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your walls began to flutter around him again.

“Mmm cum for me, then. One last time, and I’ll stop beating this pussy up, yeah?” He smiled, fucking into your sweetspot quickly. And you let go for the fifth time, squirting on lo’ak again.

“You’ve been such a good girl, tonight.” He moaned, his orgasm just seconds away. “H-Have I?” You asked deliriously.

“Mhmm, and I’ve got a special surprise for good girls like you. Ready?” He groaned, lip between his teeth as he watched your face contorted continuously.

“Yess!” You screamed. His eyebrows scrunched, letting out a guttural moan before emptying his final load into your womb. His eyes rolled back, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

Full was an understatement. You were STUFFED to the fucking brim. So much so that you felt queasy. But a good kind of queasy.

“Now THAT was amazing.” He panted, pulling out of you lazily. Strings of his seed sticking you two together. Once he unhanded you, you curled up into a ball, trembling badly. He gently disconnected his queue from yours before tending to you. Cleaning you up, getting you water, and putting you down for bed. You were knocked out, so sleepy that you were snoring. It was cute honestly.

He was so happy that he finally had you. And that your father allowed him to take care of you from now on.

Your father…. Lo’ak thought.

“NO BABIES YET PLEASE.” Rang through his head, and his eyes widened when he realized….

There was no doubt in his mind that you would be pregnant in a couple of weeks. Even the blind could see that. As many times as he bred you…shit, you might have twins.

He had fucked up…big time….

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yanderes-galore · 7 months

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If ya want I can add a scenario for this if you need any ideas! Yandaze prompts for Zenyatta: 42, 73, 52 - dredge anon >:)

Sure! I hope you like the plot I had in mind... he's a much calmer yandere than most.

Prompts found here

Yandere! Zenyatta Prompts 42, 73, 52

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss."

"My eyes will always be on you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Darling has some trauma/mental health issues implied/briefly mentioned, Dubious isolation, Manipulation, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Zenyatta had met you by what he feels is fate. You had went out searching for him and his teachings. When he met you... you had such am unhealthy mind.

You came to him in search of peace. Inner peace. Peace that Zenyatta was willing to offer in the form of talk and comfort.

Zenyatta became the Omnic monk you often talked to. It got to the point where you rarely left his side. You felt at home with him, often away from others to allow you to put together your thoughts.

Zenyatta felt attached to you because he began to form a connection with you. He saw how you were without him... lost. The longer he's around you the more he feels a certain love towards you.

To him, his adoration doesn't feel possessive or toxic in the slightest. You may not even sense anything like that either. Zenyatta is too... warm and welcoming to appear threatening to you.

For the most part... he's fine to be around.

You visit him and allow him to show you compassion. He often acts as a source of therapy for you. When you feel you need it... Zenyatta offers to hold you close while giving advice.

You're so blinded by his warmth and compassion you don't realize the more sinister side of things.

Zenyatta begins to feel you'll be happier with him. You come to him all the time to heal your inner pain and discord, yes? Then he feels you need him...

So why when he keeps you in an isolated home do you fight his comfort?

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

Zenyatta's voice is calm and even. It's still soothing even when he tries to calm your panicked movements. You don't like the idea of being trapped.

"Why are you keeping me here?" You ask shakily. "What do you mean it's for the best!?"

"Here, I can properly heal you. I only wish to show you the love I hold for you. Didn't you express a wish to be away from the ones who wish to use you?" Zenyatta asks, holding out a cold metal hand to caress your face. "Please, sit and relax with me."

"I don't want to be locked away like this-" You worry aloud, looking at the monk sadly. Zenyatta appears displeased by your fear. He only wishes to help.

"I only wish to make this place your sanctuary." Zenyatta explains in a calm tone. You feel him slip an orb on you to keep you calm, the energies seeping into your mind. "My eyes will always be on you here, I promise I'll only heal you and never hurt you."

"... will you ever let me leave?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, when you are healed and able to be out on your own, I will let you leave." Zenyatta agrees, beckoning you closer. "For now, you have a lot to learn. Please, sit with me."

By sit with him you find Zenyatta pulling you onto his lap. The orb he's given you makes you feel warm inside... allowing you to relax in Zenyatta's grasp. Maybe he's right... all he wants it to heal you.

Maybe you should just trust him and rely on him... all until you're better... because he cares for you.

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss." Zenyatta praises, holding you closer to him on his lap. Here... you really do feel at peace. You begin to wonder why you even bothered fighting him.

Or maybe that's just the orb?

Maybe you don't want to leave here anyways... it feels so safe and comfortable...

Which to Zenyatta is a good thing...

As he doesn't plan on letting you go despite his previous words.

#yandere overwatch #yandere zenyatta #yandere overwatch x reader #yandere zenyatta x reader

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airyravenmaid · 1 month

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SAGAU: My Style

Back at it again with sharing my personal ideas with the Self-Aware Genshin AU. I don't see myself writing a full-on fanfic about it because I do NOT trust myself with characterizing everybody properly, and some of the ideas I have in mind wouldn't make for a good universal experience for all, if that makes sense. So, instead, I'll just stick to pitching like I'm at a silly ol' business meeting and providing a simply layout. Now, keep in mind, this is going to focus more on my rendition of an Imposter AU specifically, which means I'm also going to do a little nitpicking of some common tropes in it that I find could be done better or even differently. It won't be me saying that anybody who writes them in the traditional sense is bad or doing a bad job, just what I'd do differently. So, without further ado, check out my mish-mushed ideas below the cut:

It all starts with the Creator Themsleves, aka, us. Or, rather, us before we became us. Not making sense? That's fine, but lemme delve into that a little better. Game lore-wise for this AU, there actually was a fully existing, fully breathing Creator that's been around since even before the Archons (but not by too much; Zhongli's still no spring chicken in spite of this). Yes, they did create Teyvat and all that's good in it like the flora, the fauna, and the creatures, and they had a close bond with said Archons not just as people serving, advising, and worshipping their God/ruler, but also in a legitimate friendship (so, no, they're not 100% subservient or gutless ass-kissers-- it's more of an equal dynamic). Maybe one Archon of your choice (within reason) being close enough to the point of being (secret) lovers, if you'd like. Such explains the Archons' deep attachment to the Creator, and their eagerness to see them again after tragedy-- like, say, the Cataclysm that razed Khaenri'ah-- renders them comatose and not to awaken again until present day. Until then, the Creator's body lies safely in sleep like Princess Aurora within their main temple/palace, occasionally visited by their old companions (minus Ei, who's in her hidey-hole until the Inazuma AQ's, but that goes without saying).

But, just before they do wake up, here comes a little (presumably Celestia-sent) POS known as the Imposter, who worms their way into the temple where the Creator lies, steals their garbs and replaces them with normal, less divine attire before sending their body far away apparently never to be seen again and lying on that resting spot acting as the Creator on the verge of waking up. And since no one knows what really happened, it looks like the promised day has come without issues, and the Imposter is welcomed by nearly all back to a throne that never actually belonged to them. As for the actual Creator... they're in good hands, because Teyvat would never mistake another for the All-Parent that breathed life into it and acts to protect their body hidden amidst nature in whatever region they landed in (your choice) until they really do wake up.

And when our in-game body does wake up, our real-life consciousness is transferred into it and overwrites our old, godly memories with our normal ones. Since I can't stand isekais that require us dying an early death IRL (like, at all, actually), we're either magically transported to Teyvat the old-fashioned magic way, or part of our consciousness goes into our in-universe body and leaves our physical forms in reality alone, thereby creating two versions of us going around two separate worlds. For better wording, that is, but that's the gist of it. Either way, we're the real deal Creator, but one without our old memories (apart from short visions we get of our old divine life that come up every now and again) as far as everyone else in Teyvat is concerned. They're not totally wrong, anyway. I was thinking this could be justified to everyone by our "past self" saying pre-slumber that they will reawaken without the knowledge of this world (aka, the Genshin one), but it will still very much be them/us.

By the way, when we stumble into the main town or city of whatever region we wound up in, the locals don't just immediately attack us for looking like the Imposter. While sometimes, I do enjoy kicking back and enjoying pure angst, I otherwise found that aspect of Villain/Imposter!SAGAU to be, comment dit-on... absurd, especially with nobody in Mondstadt (outside of that one nun not buying it and simply scolding him) giving two honks about Venti despite him looking like (being) Barbatos, and nobody in Liyue even noticing the resemblance between Zhongli and Rex Lapis/Morax. And given how much those nations revere their god, the argument of us being a higher deity cannot be made. So, instead, at absolute worst, people are just really unnerved by the uncanny resemblance we have to the Creator, but otherwise don't get alarmed... until the Imposter catches wind of us and changes that. The reason people start attacking us at all is because the Imposter weaves a forewarning of the Creator's antithesis equal to them in power known as the "Destroyer" will descend on Teyvat, attempt to steal the throne using the Creator's face, and do worse to the world than the Abyss Order ever could try to if not stopped. And, this may sound like something they just made up to get us killed, but in a way... it's true, only issue is that the acolytes + citizens have the wrong idea of who's who, of course. Plus, the actual, all-powerful Creator, if pushed too far by say... an incredibly lengthy and traumatic manhunt after being mistaken for the Destroyer, is capable of tearing the world limb from limb, because those who create can as easily destroy, but those who destroy can never create.

Speaking of "all-powerful"... why are we always completely powerless in these SAGAU works apart from crying and/or getting really angry (which ARE realistic and valid reactions to the shit we're going through, but it's not mutually exclusive to getting cool abilities)? Because we're not actually from Teyvat? Even Aether and Lumine have the power to wield the elements despite coming from somewhere else, and for us to not get that same honor is frankly dull as dishwater. That's a lot of missed potential to dip into the fantasy aspect of a fantasy game like Genshin Impact. It's here I'd like to take some inspiration from a show I've enjoyed for years known as none other than "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Not to mention, the term "avatar" generally refers to a "divine incarnation in human form", hello??? Ahem! In other words, instead of being completely incapable of defending ourselves, we-- being the almighty Creator-- are able to wield all seven elements at once, but we have to gradually learn how to effectively use and master them. We do start with one element (any of your choice), then work our way up in order of the loading screen. IE: say your element is Cryo, you'd have to go Geo -> Pyro -> Hydro -> Anemo -> Electro -> Dendro. Such was the same in our past life, but we had the Archons to teach us and help us master those abilities through time.

Which means now, we need other people to help us do it again in our new "incarnation", and that's in the form of 5-star Vision holders since they fit the bill of "master" a bit better, being the rarer, stronger characters and junk. Of course, this is likely with discretion, because some might not be wise to learn from (such as Klee, funny as that'd be). I'm also discounting learning from the Archons because not only has our time with them from the previous life passed, but I don't find it fair to learn from a powerful god of that element, even if we're a god ourselves. It's more balanced learning from someone beneath that level (so, yes, an adeptus would still qualify). Also, important note here: not every single playable character is going to try and kill us for the Creator-Destroyer thing. NPCs are one thing because, let's be real, they're sheep, but it isn't realistic or in-character for everybody playable to want us dead. While a fair chunk would probably be on board for the sake of not letting the world blow to smithereens (and not because, you know, Same Face Syndrome, because that's completely insane), some might not outright believe the alleged prophecy for one reason or another, such as not being fond/trusting enough of the apparent "Creator" to just listen to them right off the bat, or getting to already find out who the real Creator is and knowing we're not the enemy. Whatever the reason is, we're going to have allies, including ones that join us in our quest to defeat the Imposter and take back the throne to restore balance to Teyvat. This can also include those who initially sided with the Imposter, but for one reason or another such as seeing our gold blood, they have a change of heart and tag along for the ride. For us to just go about Teyvat on the lam with nobody having our back is just... depressing, and not even in the fun way, either. I understand this faction of SAGAU tends to be purely angst-based, but come on, it doesn't have to all be a total bummer all the time. There's no rule that says we can't go through the angsty, heartwrenching stuff with traveling companions to call our own there for us through it all.

Now, of course, whoever those traveling companions are is really up to you because not all of us are gonna wanna tag up with and learn from the same bitches as the next guy. So, it's anybody's game with anybody's reasoning and circumstances (such as which region we wake up in, who our first companion(s) would be there, then which region we move onto, and even what element we have to learn next). Also, fitting the max. number of characters you can have on one team, it'd just be four actively traveling alongside us through Teyvat with other allies remaining where they are, whether they helped us master an element or not. But, no matter anybody's personal tastes and choices, I really wish there was more of a thrilling "fantastical group adventure" kind of element to this genre of SAGAU, because the potential is there, just-- seldom reached, from what I've seen, personally. I'd be more than happy adding onto this with anything I might have missed, but that's basically the gist of my view of this AU.

#Genshin Impact #SAGAU #Imposter AU #SAGAU Cult AU #Genshin Impact SAGAU #(Meant to make this post when a certain someone finally came home in Genshin; but that was 4 months ago lmfao)#This is kind of a huge mess but it's open to tweaking and revisiting; if necessary #But I still mean it when I say I wish more works had Creator!Reader have more fun or do cool shit amidst the angst and drama #Adventuring with newfound friends on a quest to reclaim your yoinked throne in a fantasy setting is cool; yo; go nuts with it

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, death mention, sakasaki natsume is a simp, rip mao im sorry ill write a mao fic as an apology for what i put him through one day i promise

w/c : 1.1k

wataru hibiki has, in his time at yumenosaki academy, seen many dreams crumble. he's witnessed many dreamers fall apart, give up and leave, become a shell of who they once used to be. he's familiar with this particular feeling of loss, of not remembering who you once were; who you wished to be.

it's a common experience and he has long accepted it strikes when least expected, to the ones you least expect it to happen to, because their dreams are simply too precious– too pure, yet they're still thrown into such a distressing situation.

he wishes he could keep that view, keep looking at the world in black and white, see the evil in the good and the purity in the bad. perhaps it would be easier, less taxing on the mind.

and yet, he hesitates, finds himself looking for an exception; a fault in his theory. he feels his gaze wandering around the ballroom– black and white, filled with fraudulent faces– only to be met with the smiling face of the one who so dearly refers to him as his 'master'.

he protected natsume once, he can do it again, and yet as he truly focuses on his expression, wataru finds there is nothing to protect the boy from.

he's smiling– truly smiling, with his entire being, because natsume has found his safe place.

wataru thinks he is okay with that. as his gaze slides to the person natsume is looking at so fondly, he finds himself relieved she's looking at him the exact same way, like he himself hung the stars and the moon in the night sky.

perhaps, perhaps some dreams won't crumble

contrary to the flourish in natsumes speech and movements, he hates social events that include the higher classes. he’s been trained for them, taught how to behave, move, interact, stand, lift a glass,.. he knows it all. he has always, always hated these. so then why does he find himself so at ease at this specific event?

because it celebrates his mother? his friends are here? the color scheme makes him feel at ease? no.

you laugh at something kohaku says and suddenly he has the answer to all the questions running through the back of his mind, and he knows it’s you and it’s always been you and it always will be you.

because natsume sakasaki gazes down at you like you are his sun and his world revolves around you; he wants to be yours– he is yours, but only if you want him to be. he thinks he would continue being yours even if you didn't desire it to be so, he simply couldn't stop following the predetermined route he is meant to take; following the course mapped out for him, much like the planets you hold so dear orbit the sun (and he hopes you hold him dear, too).

he finds himself desperately wishing soulmates were real because then his feelings would make sense because now he just feels and he doesn’t understand why.

and yet as you turn his way when you notice him walking towards you with that breathtaking smile of yours and something akin to sparkles in your eyes, his heart starts racing a mile a minute and he’s not even sure he can walk properly anymore. is this a curse? is he dying? what have you done to him?

“natsu! you were so great! i wish you would’ve seen yourself! err, well, i suppose performing was better but- not the point! ahhhh, i wish i had recorded it.. actually i think tsukasa said–”

you went on animatedly explaining whatever it is you were saying while he just stared. he wishes he could listen but he’s gonna be absolutely, brutally honest, he can’t bring himself to. his ears are ringing and his palms are suddenly sweating and holy shit has it always been so hot in here? where’s all the air from his lungs gone? why is his throat so dry? oh god you’re looking at him and what were you even saying oh go-

“natsu? are you okay? would you like to sit down for a bit? i’m sorry, i should’ve known you were tired– come, i’ll go get you some water,” you grab onto his elbow and pull him along with you universe knows where and he just lets you.

suddenly he’s sitting in a chair and you’re fawning all over him; checking his temperature because apparently his ’forehead is too warm’ and sending mao to get some water (which he, to everyones surprise, does) while kohaku and tsukasa keep the other guests away from your unsuspecting corner and natsume just dazedly stares up at you while you gently push his bangs back with a look of genuine concern for him.

suddenly, air re-enters his lungs and his throat opens up, but the ringing and the fuzz in his brain remain. he doesn’t think you’ve ever been so close to each other before and frankly, it’s making him lightheaded. his amber eyes trace the curves of your face and he’s late to realize he could probably count your lashes if he really wanted to (he does, god does he want to) and, makeup be damned, even without it you put all beauty standards and so-proclaimed “most beautiful women in the world” to shame.

despite the fuzz there is a singular coherent thought swirling in his brain, he thinks you’re beautiful. no, gorgeous. no, that’s not quite good either.

“you’re ethereal..”

and yet, that still doesn’t fully capture your essence. heavenly might be close. breathtaking? heartstopping? not quite.. they need to come up with a new word for you specifically because whatever high natsume is riding on, he can’t find a word good enough for you.

you’re looking at him in the eyes with an adorably flustered face and your hands are no longer messing with his bangs or touching his forehead and he’s a little slow to realize he accidentally voiced his thoughts when he sees you give him the softest of smiles; his face now feels 10 times warmer than before.

“thank you, i would say the same about you. ethereal, breathtakingly so,” your hand slides from his forehead to cup his cheek and natsume sakasaki thinks he might short circuit.

“i think i’m in love with you..”

your hand freezes and natsume begins to regret every life decision that’s led him up to this point but then he feels the soft press of your lips against his and, perhaps, he should give himself a pat on the back instead.

mao isara, however, regrets agreeing to come along the moment he walks past the curtain separating you from the rest of the guests just to see you kissing his “arch nemesis” and he’s forced to accept there is nothing, no deal, no faking; you love natsume sakasaki and he can’t do anything but watch. he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the glass of water with kohaku and with the excuse of needing some fresh air, he exits the ballroom.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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grudges, chapter four | jake sully x male aligned reader

any dialogue in italics is in na'vi, the rest being in english.

saving the omatikaya and the home tree seemed more hopeless now than ever. as the colonel prepared his troops for destruction, y/n and the dream walkers stood ahead of eytukan, being completely dismissed.

a crowd had formed around them, shouting aimlessly towards the group. tsu'tey, y/n's dear friend, glared in disappointment and hatred, as if he had been waiting for the moment he fucked up and revealed the secret he had obviously been hiding.

"please, just give us your time. you don't need to listen afterwards if you choose not to", y/n asked of him, speaking to their chief as if he wad an old friend.

he wouldn't budge, his stubborn nature reminding him so much of the sky people. y/n glanced to neytiri, his eyes pleading with her to talk some sense into her father. neytiri was smart, and she had more sympathy than anyone she had met in the clan. she stayed still faced for long before her gaze softened.

"just let them speak", she murmured to her father, looking up to him.

he didn't understand why anyone would want to hear what a group of dream walkers and a traitor had to say. they had been lied to and manipulated before, what was stopping them from doing it again? against his better judgement, he silenced the growing crowd, allowing y/n the chance to speak.

instead, grace stepped forward and elaborated on the situation. occasionally she would stumble on her words and y/n would step in, speaking his native language surrounded by the people he had grown up with.

"what are you saying?", neytiri question, the atmosphere around them tense and thick.

"she's saying we need to take the sick, elderly, and children from the home tree to the tree of souls. warriors and hunters and anyone with a bow should be ready to fight for our home, we need to gather anyone that we can get. we know what evil the sky people are capable of...", y/n trailed off, turning to the three standing beside him. "but they have come to warn us. some of these humans truly care for us. they're risking their living just being here. please, eytukan. we cannot risk losing everything we know".

there was a long silence. none of the small group could make out what the chief was thinking, his expression so complex and welling with emotion. finally, he nodded.

"then we must prepare".

with that, chaos ensued. parents gathered their children and rushed them to the tree of souls while consoling their crying. warriors hailed their ikrans and gathered their weapons, discussing strategy and location as they formed.

grace rushed after y/n, catching his attention.

"y/n, would you mind if i aided the healers?"

y/n wasn't chief, he wasn't an elder healer, he held no real importance in the clan. he didn't understand why she had chosen to ask him.

"no, i don't mind at all. please, help them", he encouraged as he adjusted the bow on his back.

grace took his hand and thanked him before she turned to her side and began to ruffle through her bag. soon, she pulled out an orange tinted tube with a white cap. y/n looked curiously, not understanding what she was showing him.

"for your mother. it should help her memory and her mobility, if used properly. i just need your permission to do so", she elaborated.

jake had promised that weeks ago, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. his mother had been slipping for years, and this was the first time in a while that he had some hope.

"thank you, grace", he huffed out, engulfing her into a hug as his eyes shut tight.

she was reassuring him before he had to let go, noticing jake running off into the distance. she held dealt with him for some time now and understood his constant flight risk, not minding as y/n took off after him.

he ran into norm eventually, stopping him and questioning him urgently.

"he said he was off to get his ikran", he explained with a shrug.

"jake doesn't have an ikran, he hasn't bonded with anything yet. now is not the time", he muttered under his breath. after profusely apologizing for bothering the other he began aiding whoever he could.

the na'vi had spent the entire day preparing. countless things needed to be done and they had under 20 hours to complete what they could. the tree was completely empty, meaningful belongings had been pulled and the tribe's members sat under the tree of souls instead.

y/n spent the day with his ikran, vaapx, traveling to nearby tribes and practically begging for help. time after time, he introduced himself, spoke of the times his mother had visited them and attempted to make a connection. once vulnerable, he'd tell them of the danger their tribe was facing and how they desperately needed their help, because the sky people were greedy and would not stop at the genocide of just one tribe. and each time, they promised they would think about it and send him on his way.

hundreds of omatikaya members sat before of eytukan, mo'at, neytiri, and tsu'tey standing at the tree. y/n was towards the front, unable to hide his exhaustion from flying constantly and talking to other, less friendly clans.

together, they sat and prayed. begging eywa for help through song, mumblings, and thought. children were crying, and parents attempted to calm them. grace sat with y/n's mother and many other sick na'vi, aiding them in any way that he could. jake was no where to be found.

everyone was worried, and y/n felt selfish that his mind was on his dream walker friend's safety instead of the good of his people. but jake had a track record of getting himself into trouble, and the other male wasn't sure he could bear the loss of his home and his jake.

he sat in silence, his mind racing as he tried to focus on the good. eywa could not be taken from them, and she always had the good of her people and the balance of nature in mind. his people had listened to them. sure, they had first seen a traitor, but heard him out in the end and helped him carry out his mission. he got the first steps done.

y/n was deep in his thoughts, his eyes fixated on his hands. a low growl brought him back to reality, forcing his eyebrows to furrow as he looked for the source of the sound. the gasps and pointing around him alerted him to turn around, to which his jaw dropped.

he had spent most of his time teaching jake in theory. he told him about bonding, and the different uses for doing so; things such as direhorses, ikrans, the tree of souls, and eventually mates. he only mentioned the toruk once, brushing past it entirely as he didn't think it was something either of them would encounter. and somehow, jake jumped straight into bonding with the mighty toruk before anything else.

the omatikaya people bowed their heads towards jake as he disconnected the bond and slid off of the toruk. y/n kept his head held high though, practically beaming at the man as he walked between the people at to the point where the other four stood.

as he walked past, y/n mouthed, "i see you", and used his hand to complete the gesture. he wasn't entirely sure if he understood the entire meaning of that sacred phrase yet, if he could even feel the immense weight of love, respect, and passion that it held. for a long while, he had assumed it was something that humans, sky people, dream walkers were completely incapable of feeling. jake had become an expert at proving y/n wrong, and he was beginning to grow fond of the feeling. jake smiled towards him, making direct eye contact as he made the gesture as well, then continued on his path down.

the omatikaya people had many great moments in their history that were passed down through generations, told time and time again. in that moment, everyone sitting there knew this was one of those stories. jake spoke to them as a part of their family, looking out for them and gaining nothing in return. a dream walker and tsu'tey, standing side by side and speaking to their people. and for y/n, the three of his greatest friends were together, engraving a memory that neither he or eywa would ever forget.

the eclipse fell over them, but the tree of souls provided plenty of light for the people sitting beneath it. many got some rest, laying on the floor and counting on eywa to watch over them. others, such and y/n and grace, stayed up. y/n sat beside his mother, holding her hand and mindlessly talking to her. grace spoke to him about the effects of the medicine and how she administered it, just in case y/n or other healers had to do it in her place. he couldn't put his gratitude into words, simply muttering "thank you, grace", at every chance he was given.

grace was kind and patient, and she had just as many complaints and stories about jake. she told him what life on earth was like, and why so many people were showing up here suddenly.

"we have to record ourselves talking about each mission we go on when we come back, so jake has about 50 of those videos now. you should come back to the lab and see them sometime, half the tome he's just rambling about you", grace sighed, as if this was something she was annoyed by, but the teasing smile on her face said otherwise.

"ah, jake is obsessed with me, isn't he?", he spoke in return, earning a laugh from the red head.

"have you two mated yet?", she questioned. at first he thought it was a joke, something to hold over his head, but her tone and expression were dead serious.

"with who?", he questioned in return.

he had been expected to mate with neytiri for a long time because of their close upbringing. it wasn't something y/n was jumping at, but of any of them there, neytiri was who he would have settled for. but when tsu'tey had become obviously infatuated with her, y/n was quick to back off and give the two more space. the way she looked at him told y/n that he had made the right choice. but mating wasn't something he had been looking into because of that.

"jake", grace spoke as if it had been completely obvious.

"ah- no. we're not really... just friends. we're friends", he settled on, nodding at his decision and smiling to grace.

"i see", she spoke, ending the conversation there.

they sat there for a few more minutes, grace lying on her side to try clear her mind and y/n continued to speak to his mother.

jake had sat next to him suddenly, his knee resting against the other's. his steps had gotten significantly quieter and less clumsy, he wasn't an absolute hazard to be around anymore.

"hey", jake spoke quietly to avoid bothering the people around them, "is this your mom?".

y/n nodded and squeezed her hand to get her attention. "mother, this is jake".

"we're not sure if she can hear or understand us or not", y/n explained and looked to jake again.

he only nodded in sympathy, laying his hand on top of both y/n's and his mother's. both sat breathing slowly, finally feeling a sense of comfort after the stressful and draining day-that was only just beginning of a few days of unrest.

eventually, jake and y/n separated from the rest of the group and sat at the far side of the tree of souls. they faced each other, y/n insisted on switching sides at first as he refused to have his back to the toruk that laid near them.

"you heard me talk about being toruk makto and just ran with it, hm?", he questioned, a wry smile dancing on his lips.

jake was absolutely loving the attention he got from it, despite trying to be a generally stoic person.

"i didn't mean to go for the toruk, i just knew that i would need a banshee to survive tomorrow and this was the biggest one", he shrugged and laughed softly afterwards.

"i don't know if i emphasized it enough, but you're a hero now. this is something that every kid dreams about doing as a kid and you walk in here and get it done within a month and without any training. i hate to say it, but i don't think the omatikaya are going to let you go very easily", y/n spoke in absolute admiration.

jake couldn't get enough of y/n gushing about him. this was someone who had nearly killed him on multiple occasions, who was now the closest friend he had in years.

"why would they have to let me go", he questioned, leaning forward so he could see the other's face more clearly.

"are you planning on linking and unlinking every day for the rest of your life? you'll be tired of it eventually", he reminded, a sudden pang of sadness hitting jake.

he had forgotten that technically, he wasn't na'vi, and it was clear that y/n didn't see him hat way either. he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life like that, not once getting to sleep comfortably as his avatar. he brushed past, changing the subject quickly.

"i'm exhausted", he stated, his eyes showing the obvious strain.

y/n nodded, but didn't quite give him the okay to sleep just yet. he ruffled in the many pockets that jake's old jacket had attached, y/n still wearing it.

"if you're fighting for the omatikaya, you have to look omatikaya", he explained, pulling out a few accessories that many of the other people tended to wear.

y/n had collected many pieces from many people throughout the years. he had a pair of earrings from neytiri, heavy beads that hung looped from his lobe and cartilage piercings. his mother had given him a woven anklet, wrapped tightly onto his right leg. and tsu'tey had given him a beaded necklace, covering most of his neck and acting as a barrier. he had many others, but the ones with the most importance never left his body.

for jake, he held a leather necklace and a bracelet make of the vines near their first spot, woven tightly together. jake watched closely as y/n settled them on his body, and waited for his reaction once they were on.

"perfect", he murmured, smiling widely once he made eye contact with jake again.

"i'm more na'vi than you, now", he teased, referring to the dream walker get up that the other had on.

"you wish".

and with that, jake began to settle into the soft grass to unlink and get some sleep. for once, jake's avatar was safe. he was surrounded by people who adored him and in a place where eywa would watch over him. but jake's human body might not have had the same treatment. y/n's ears flipped back as he realized he didn't have his chair, he wouldn't be able to get up from his pod.

y/n lifted the avatar and brought him closer to the tree, specifically heading towards tsu'tey and neytiri. he nodded towards the both of them, smiling st how close they had become. "i need to go take care of something, can you please watch over jake while i'm gone?", he asked of them.

neytiri was hesitant, unsure how to respond with tsu'tey, who hated humans more than anyone she had ever met, was sitting beside her.

"of course, brother. just be back by morning", he asked of him, such a kindness in his voice that releived him so greatly.

when y/n arrived at the school, his heart was beating fast. the building was even creepier at night, and he felt bad for leaving jake alone in it for one second. grace and norm must have stayed up, as their pods were still shut, but the soft blue light from jake's pod illuminated his body sitting upright.

"jake?", he spoke softly, trying not to scare the other.

"y/n", he replied, confused as to why he was there.

"tsu and neytiri are watching your avatar, i thought you might need someone to keep you safe over here", he spoke softly as he walked over to him, "not that you can't do so for yourself, i was just stupid and didn't bring your chair so it'd be difficult at best".

jake stopped his rambling and nudged him gently, having to look up to see his face.

"thank you, y/n. i was just planning on sleeping in here, theres no where else to really go, is there?", he questioned, glancing around.

he was right, the building was full of desks, chairs, and tables. nothing necessarily comfortable.

"you could just sit on the floor with me, probably easier to relax on than a tree", y/n offered with a gentle voice. jake never slept in the tree, but he spent much of his time recovering from injuries there.

"yeah, sure", jake's voice was laced with exhaustion, he must have been holding back a yawn.

still, his heart was beating more quickly as y/n lifted him like nothing and slid down the wall until he was sitting. jake had imagined that the two would sit beside each other, as they had done in the past, but y/n had drastically different plans. he sat the sky person between his legs, and pulled jake forward so his back was pressed against his chest. though he was tense at first, he eventually settled into the larger and yawned. using his pant legs, he adjusted the way that he was sitting and tilted his head back.

"do you see me when im like this, too?", he questioned, the looming thought of y/n being disgusted by his human body still there. he wasn't taking the clearly intimate situation between the two currently into account.

"seeing someone is not just seeing their physical body. you're seeing every single aspect of them, everything that makes them the person they are. you're not seeing them despite something, but seeing that difference as a part of them as well. i see you no matter what, jake. i always will".

y/n still wasn't sure if he understood the concept of seeing someone. he didn't know how jake took his message, platonically or not. it was all too confusing for the two of them. he wondered if he should have dialed back, considering that jake was now a toruk makto and therefore had a significantly higher status than he did in the clan. but they were just words, a full truth that y/n felt.

by then, jake was dozing off. his stomach was fluttering at his words, but the content was nothing if not comforting. y/n didn't need a response from him, the way he sunk into his touch was enough. it was the first time he had slept around him, where he didn't have to watch him become a lifeless avatar of a human. this was so much more comforting, so much more fulfilling to y/n. he tangled his fingers with jake's in an awkward manner, their uneven number of fingers and massive size difference clashing, but he made it work. his other arm laid around his waist, keeping him upright. y/n stayed up, his mind racing with plans and worries for the upcoming day. but for a few moments, all he was sure about was that there was nothing in pandora that could possibly pry jake from his arms.

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A Gentleman’s Kryptonite

Eren x black coded!fem reader

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“I won’t take up too much of your time, I promise.”

Contains: Strong Language, Cheating, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex

I’ve had a bit of spare time this week and just wanted to do a bit of indulging before I get started on my requests so please happy friday and ENJOY! <3

"I won't take up too much of your time, I promise."

Eren's words were muffled as he kissed along your neck. You wanted to groan, push the man off as your patience was running thin. However, the creeping sensation of desire trickling throughout your body like a steady stream inhibited you from being a solid voice of reason.

"That's not the point, Ren..." Your hands fisted their way through his hair although your eyes focused on the front door besides you. "You know this isn't right."

If his hands weren't currently kneading at your hips, you wouldn't have felt the momentary stilling of his movements. The pause wasn't long, it was brief and definitely easy to miss, but you didn't ignore how his hands came to a halt, considered your statement, and then disregarded it as they continued to play with you, only this time hungrier.

"Fuck him, I don't care." he groaned. The brunette brought his head back so that he could look at you properly, beryl eyes staring you down.

"I could treat you ten times better and he wouldn't bat an eyelid, I've always treated you ten times better. It won't be nothing new."

Eren didn't let you reply. He quickly leaned in and stole a kiss from you, the action tender and so much more lighter than how he was previously barraging your neck. When he pulled back, he cocked his head to the side, hands planted firmly on your hips as you stared at him in awe.

"He don't know how to handle a good girl like you." He mumbled.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave him an amused expression.

"Oh, and you do?" You challenged.

The brunette man huffed, his head momentarily ducking before his eyes met yours again.

"Well, what do you think? You don't seem to be denying me."

If you were in any better mood, you may have laughed. You may have told Eren he was just being silly and lightly swatted his arm. Not that you'd meant it. You've never meant harsh things when it came to Eren. It wasn't even because he was your boyfriend's younger brother. No, Eren was so tender and understanding when it came to you, never could you ever mean him harm or cause him detrimental hurt.

But you weren't in that mood right now.

Maybe you should have been and maybe that way you could have kept your mouth shut, but you didn't. You didn't know when to just read the mood and keep things light.

"He's gone to Macy's." You blurted.

Eren's face creased into one of confusion, the slight playful look in his eye from before seeming to diminish. "What?"

The apple of your cheeks and the shell of your ears started to grow hot. A big part of you wished that you could retract what you had said, gobbled the words back up and make everyone forget there was even problem, but you couldn't do that now. Not when Eren looked at you with those expectant eyes of his.

You nervously gulped, your throat suddenly dry as you aimed to explain.

"When Zeke goes out for a smoke break he goes for a walk. He takes detours, to the shops most of the time. But…there’s this one store three blocks down that he likes to frequent. It's called Macy's. He fancies the cashier there, I dunno." You cautiously finished.

"What do you mean you don't know? What cashier?" Eren's face was screwed into a mean look of disapproval. "You tryna tell me he's being unfaithful?"

You didn't deny his statement but you lightly shook your head in defence.

"I— Ignore what I said. I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it, it's not that deep, Eren. Honestly, I don't hold it against him or anything, It is what it is."

This definitely wasn't making much sense to Eren. You could read it in his eyes and with how they tried to search your own for answers.

"So you’re telling me that you know he's technically cheating on you but you're not doing anything about it?” The brunette glowered, his face blotching red.

You had no answer for him. Once the brunette realised that, he subconsciously licked the corner of his lip before testing on his tongue:

“If Zekes being unfaithful first, why is what we’re doing not okay?”

With a sigh, you laid your head back against the corridor wall Eren was holding you by, your hand coming up to rub at your forehead.

"Okay. Cool, let's say what we’re doing isn’t in some typa way extremely warped and we do actually get together. Then what, Ren? He's still your brother. We'd still have to face him and everyone else in our everyday lives who knew I use to date your brother. It's too much hassle.”

The harsh groan that left Eren’s mouth was unexpected. You didn’t think something like that would come out of him but it’s when he squinted his eyes shut and scrunched his nose in an almost comical manner, you realised you’d learnt just that small bit about him.

"Forget us for a second, this sounds more important. Because even if it's not me you end up with, what exactly are you staying with Zeke for? If neither of you love each other anymore, why do you still worry about what he's up to?”

Eren's hand was still firm on your waists but they were by large a contrast to how he felt. You've seen occasions where anger had taken over the man and therefore resulted in the physical manifestation of his annoyance. However, regardless of the pure rage that was evident on his face, his hand — still connected to you — stayed well-behaved.

"I don't...worry about what he's up to. He's just. I dunno, I guess it's because it's comfortable between us. He provides. He doesn't complain much. He does the too-hard tasks I ask of him without any qualms. He's easy to work with and I'm okay with that."

A flicker of conflict passed it's way over Eren's face. You could see the change of emotions happen real time as he took a step back from your personal space, realisation seeping into him. You knew then and there, in that moment, that Eren had discovered something about you that he'd never known before.

And in all honesty, you felt ashamed.

"So you're… you’re just settling for him?" He bemused.

Now that things were in the open, you were starting to hear for yourself just how ridiculous your situation was. Before, these were the woes that you'd keep on your heart and not tell a soul about — the one’s you’d try to barter with yourself. But now that Eren was being the voice of reason, you were starting to realise that this was deeper than you initially thought it out to be.

"I just settled, yes." You admitted, although begrudgingly.

The both of you shared a sympathetic look. It was hard facing the brunette knowing that you had admitted to ultimately resolving for his flimsy dub of an older brother but that was your reality and in some essence, it was comforting to finally admit it out loud.

By now, Eren had far backed off of you. You felt a small twinge within your chest at his retreat although some part of you was glad because then it meant you wouldn't have to physically apprehend yourself. If the brunette decided to act unaccordingly, you wouldn't stop him.

Unluckily for you, that's exactly what he had in mind.

"No more settling." Eren resolved.

"Huh?" Your eyes flickered over his face.

"I said, no more settling. Fuck Zeke. And this time, I mean it." Eren's hands were over you again but this time, his hands wandered places they shouldn't, places that weren't ordained for him.

"Eren, don't." You whispered.

"Again, you gonna stop me?"

The brunette had gone back to kiss at your neck. His teeth tugged at your skin in an attempt to break it; the innate need to mark another man's territory. With a startling whine, your hands found themselves hooking over the man's shoulders.

"No..." Your answer was muttered, barely audible but Eren made sure to catch it. Made sure to hear you admit your faults.

"As I thought."

With a smirk, Eren took a hold of one of your legs so that he could wrap it round his waist, your shorts hitching. He caressed the now exposed flesh, his hands eager as they roamed up and down the skin.

Flushed and able to feel the growing bulge within Eren's pants, you groaned.

"I want to stop you but I can't." You started, although your words were cut off as the both of you shared a momentous kiss before letting go with a pop. "— So you gotta stop for me Eren."

The brunette ignored your out of breath words to kiss you again, this time the exchange being hotter and warmer than the last.

"I don’t want to stoop down to his level, I don't want to be like him, Eren. I can't be like him." You whispered against his lips.

The younger Jaeger kissed you again although this time it was an attempt to shut you up. He let out a soft groan from his throat as he laid his forehead against yours.

"Well, you don't have to be like him. You're not the one who cheated first."

Another whine left your throat, the official unofficial back and forth communication between you two. You wanted to object to his words but you were missing his lips already and could feel yourself drawing back to them.

Who could have thought that your first time kissing this man left you addicted?

"But what if it's just a small crush?" You breathed. "I can't assume he's touched or slept with her. It might well be just a silly infatuation he’s got going on, that bit of nicotine to keep him going. Whatever I'm about to do with you will far surpass that."

Grumbling, Eren near enough flung his head back.

"But he doesn't need 'a bit of nicotine' from another woman. Fuck, he already smokes several packs a day and has you waiting at home for him. There’s literally no excuse."

The suspicious sound of clinking startled the both of you. Automatically, both of your heads turned in the direction of the front door, your hearts on edge. But as you waited several seconds, the sound didn't proceed and no Zeke walked through the door.

Letting go of a held breath, Eren turned back to you, his voice gentle.

"Look, the fact he's already thought about another woman in that way? The fact he's filled a space in his head with someone that isn't you — he's already cheated, you know that right? You're already being cheated on."

You didn't want to hear any more reasoning. You could give Eren and yourself many excuses in his defence but like you didn't know what was going on. You weren't dumb and you genuinely believe that there wasn't any amount of convincing left for anyone to offer you. Your mind was made up and you were willing to face the consequences of your decisions.

Pulling him in, you coerced the brunette into another kiss but the man reciprocated your passion with as much vigour, his lips hungry as they attempted to devour yours. When you pulled back, you kept your lips gliding across his, your breaths unapologetically mingling.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're persuading me to do this." You nearly growled.

With a shared smile, Eren’s hand let down your leg so that he could snake them behind you and knead at your ass.

"I can't believe it took you this long to come around." He smirked.

The blossoming heat that radiated throughout your body started within your chest. It grew, greedy as it overtook your senses and pushed you towards the brunette.

It’s only when you started to tug at Eren’s top that the man decided to use reason. His hand took a hold of yours, your grip still tight on his clothing but he halted you in your actions.

“Look, I respect you enough—” A whiney moan coming from his own throat cut him off as your hand started to pet at his bulge. With blown eyes, Eren stared you down before continuing. “—Enough that I won’t fuck you against this wall but…”

“But what?” You challenged, your eyes dowsed in lustful intent.

You could tell Eren was warring with himself internally. With the way his breath heaved and eyes searched your own, you knew whatever decision he came to was going to wreck you. And you know you wouldn’t fight a thing.

Eren stepped back from you, his hands squeezing at his spit-slicked lips.

”Believe me when I say I’m a gentleman, but baby, I’m not too low for the floor.”

The unhallowed glint Eren held in his eyes told you all you needed to know. Sliding down the corridor wall, you kept watch of the brunette as his eyes were already starting to undress you. Without warning, Eren stepped forward to join you where you now sat on the floor.

With his back against the wall, Eren leaned over to start kissing you again although this time, his energy was expelling fumes of hellborn intent. You kissed him back with as much fervour but even you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up.

“Ren…” It was all you could stutter out.

You could tell Eren was trying his best to slow release the pent up desire he stored for you.

All those years of having to keep his hands to himself. All those years of knowing you were his brother’s and therefore off limits. All those years of feigning off potential suitors simply because he always had hopes of finally having you.

“Eren, you should be spending the weekend with your friends. Why you just up in here hogging your brother’s couch?”

You walked pass the boy, laundry basket in arms. With a huff, Eren leaned his head backwards over the couch so that he could at least watch you as you spoke to him.

“I spend my week with those guys. I don’t gotta see them on the weekend too. There’s only so much conversation we can have.”

You seemed to hum in response, offloading the clothes into the basin.

Eren blinked over at you. Even upside down and doing his brother’s laundry, you still looked too good to be true.

“Well, what about a girlfriend then?” You asked.

“I don’t date.” Eren curtly replied.

You made a noise of surprise.

“Eh? How come?”

Eren finally tugged his head forwards again, his attention once again fixated on the TV screen. If only you knew what you were asking him. With a shrug, Eren gave his answer, albeit less enthusiastic than the last.

“The girl I wants off limits.”

“Oh. Very diligent of you but I get how that sucks.” You panned.

With the clothes loaded, you closed the washing machine door and placed the correct amounts of powders and liquids before turning the appliance on. Picking up the laundry basket, you walked back the same way although this time, you gave Eren a soft pat on the head.

“You’re a good guy, Eren. If that girl don’t come available to you at some point, don’t beat yourself up over it.” You softly smiled down at him. “But you never know, the opportunity may arise at some point where she likes you back.”

And even you, unsuspecting of the latter seeds you were planting, manifested this moment. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; where you too wanted the same thing he did, had finally come to fruition.

“I know…” Eren muttered back. No matter how many times you called him by his name, or nickname, he’d never get sick of it.

Eren took this opportunity to lay his weight over you and slowly pin you down against the floor. He continued to kiss you, hands audacious as they didn’t hesitate to wander up and under your t-shirt.

The corridor was quiet bar for the slick noise of kissing lips and laboured breaths. You felt unaware yet so open to everything going on that for a split second, you wondered whether you’d mind if Zeke caught you within this act of adultery with his younger brother. However, as quickly as the acclamation arose, you submerged it down because no way was this small feat of wanton what it took for your pride to die.

It didn’t take long for Eren to undress you of your top, hell, you didn’t even realise that his was already removed.

“Are you okay with this?”

You knew what he was alluding to, seeing as his hands were peaking somewhat close to your shorts.

You nodded, not wanting to deny him.

“Please. Before I change my mind…” You muttered.

Eren knew what that meant.

It was now or never, that much he knew, but to know that common sense was somewhat making it’s rounds back to the forefront of your mind, he now knew he’d have to act quick.

You unbuttoned your shorts to start, allowing Eren to do the rest. He did so quickly, tugging down and discarding the item to the side before doing the same with his own trousers.

As the both of you lay there in your underwear, a brief propagated wave of silence cascaded over the space.

You couldn’t help but to worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

You still have a chance to put a stop to this. Your brain cawed at you. There’s still a chance for you to runaway from this temptation and put it behind you, guard yourself of another sin.

For a second, you contemplated the voice of reason. You hadn’t done anything that bad yet, right? Apart from a few abashed kisses, you’re sure Zeke would understand if you confessed your sins to him. He was a type of man who valued honesty over secrets. You’re sure he’d understand.

But I won’t regret this, your heart persuaded. Your relationship was growing immensely stale anyways, what else did you have to lose from indulging in Eren? Apart from maybe Zeke… and the comfort of living with someone…and maybe the fact that you’d be labelled an adulterer and then all your friends and family would find out that you cheated on your boyfriend—

“I just want you to know…” The brunette stared at you, eyes unabashedly wide as he unintentionally broke your descending train of thought. Your own eyes found comfort anchoring themselves in his.

“Regardless of what happens after this, what happens between us. Know that I won’t regret anything. Absolutely none of it.” He professed.

You could only pout up at the man.

Where exactly Eren’s confidence came from, you didn’t know. Maybe it was the excitement of finally getting his hands on Big Brother’s Big Boy Toy; The one Toy he’d never dare to share — the curious and coveting younger sibling finally getting a one-up on his superior. A bragging right.

It was the only explanation you could give yourself.

“How can you be so sure?” You muttered.

With a snort, Eren took a hold of both your legs, tugging you closer to him and then propping them both up onto his shoulders. His hands came to rest by your head on the floor, his smile endearing as he watched over you.

“Mein Lieb, please don’t ask me such silly questions.” He cooed. “Don’t you know? You’re literally the woman of my dreams. The one who’s always been off limits, out of reach. And now that I’ve finally got you? I’m not gonna regret shit.”

With realisation in what Eren was telling you, you felt that blossoming core from earlier start to infiltrate all the wrong-decision making nerves of your body. Everything that worked against logic was starting to become hyperaware and you were dutifully soaking up all the saccharine words the brunette was selling to you.

As if to amplify those nodes more, one of Eren’s hands came between your legs, his fingers softly petting you through the cloth of your underwear.

“Ren… Don’t say that.” You moaned. You wanted to say don’t do that but like you’d mean it if you did.

“I’m being honest!” Eren nodded. You never once doubted his sincerity anyways. “I don’t care what happens after this, I’d do anything for you. I’d kill for you, you know that? I’d fucking do anything you’d ask me. Let you walk all over me, whatever! I’d do anything for you, anything.”

And in all honesty, you can’t believe it took this long for you to realise that there’d always been options. That maybe you didn’t have to settle for Zeke and maybe there was someone willing to treat you better, higher and even worship you. That maybe you should have been more diligent with how you saw your love life and not fucking settled.

Like a sudden flicker of a switch, your confidence kicked in, the amplifier hiked a thousand times. With eyes, deep with that same lust but also edged with the daring tenacity of a touch starved woman, you stared up at the brunette with hooded eyes.

“Then fuck me, Eren. Fuck me so you won’t regret anything.”

That was all you needed to tell the man.

His grin, ebbed with greedy intent, showered over you as his finger slipped beneath the material of your panties, finally coming in contact with your wet pussy lips.

Eren’s touch was feather light, nowhere near enough pressure to arouse you under normal circumstances, but these weren’t normal circumstances. This was you in a situation where you were already near the brink and teetering over the edge. On impulse, your legs clamped together, trapping Eren’s hand between your thighs.

“No.” The brunette elongated his speech as if chastising a pet.

He used his other hand to pry your legs apart, his fingers moving the cloth of your panties to the side, the placement lightly squeezing the meat of your lips together. You couldn’t help but whine as Eren played inside the wetness of your cunt, your own hands roaming over your body.

Delving two fingers inside of you, Eren could feel his boxers produce a strain at the front. The way your insides were opening and closing around his fingers and pulsating for more, was making him imagine such lewd things about you. His breath was laboured as he watched your head thrash to the side and your hands grapple at your own breasts from under your bra.

“No way Zekes been keeping you hidden away like this.” He muttered. Eren adjusted your position so that your ass was flush against his thigh. “Does he even still touch you?”

You registered his words but it took you a time to formulate the correct answer. Because in all seriousness, when was the last time you and Zeke were intimate? You tried to dig your heels deeper into Eren’s skin, your attempt at pulling him in closer.

“Occasionally.” You breathed.

“Occasionally?!” Eren’s fingers paused their current movement in surprise at your words. You weren’t too keen about his shock and so you attempted to rut yourself down onto his fingers, disregarding his astonishment.

“Yeah, not all that much. Whatever. Are you gonna do something about it then?” Your words were definitely tinged with urgency but Eren was going to have to understand; you didn’t have much patience but neither of you had much time either.

“Yeah, yeah, I will. Of course.”

The younger Jaeger was definitely still trying to wrap his head around his older brother’s lack of wanting to have a sex life with you but he understood that if he didn’t act soon, he too would be robbed of the very experience.

“Eren…”

With a huff, you moaned the man’s name. Your pelvis was already moving on it’s own accord, trying to gain more out of Eren’s fingers but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Okay, Imma need you to actually fuck me now.” Sitting up onto your elbows, you stared forwards at the brunette. You could tell he genuinely wanted to take his time playing with you, the near pout on his mouth evident of that, but there was barely enough time for leisure.

The man aimlessly petted his thumb over your clit.

“I didn’t wanna rush you or make you think I just wanted you for sex. I genuinely like you and wanna take things slo—”

“Eren, he’ll be back any minute.” You curtly cut him off. “I know you wanna make this some romantic declaration or whatever and take it slow but unless you wanna get caught, you’re gonna have to hurry up.”

Nodding, Eren slid his fingers out from the warmth of your insides, sucking your slickness off his fingers without much thought about it. You’d be lying if you said that action alone didn’t elicit a fresh spark inside of you.

“Fuck, that was hot.” You mumbled subconsciously, your head-to-speech filter already faltering.

Eren didn’t comment on it, he only smirked at your already surfacing openness before committing to tugging your panties around your knees.

As he tugged his own length out of his boxers, he stroked himself a few times before bending forwards so that your legs were perched on his shoulders properly. He gave you a quick glance, a look between your exposed cunt and crumbled face before wetting the bottom of his lip with his tongue.

“I haven’t got any rubber on me.” He declared.

You gave Eren an undetectable look. A second passed and the brunette realised that it was in fact a look of forced thought in a brain that was clouded with wanton.

“I… Uhhh, we’ve got some in the bedside drawers on my side but…” You laid your head back onto the floor. “Forget that, we ain’t got time.”

Eren blew hot air through his nose as he came to hover over you, his glee clearly growing by the second.

“Shit then.” He mused.

“Hurry up!”

Even though you shouted the phrase, you didn’t think he’d take it literally. With a soft hum, Eren took a hold of his dick at the base before plunging it into your warmth — no warning offered.

You let out a balmy moan, the noise stuck in your throat as you were momentarily caught off guard.

For a few seconds, Eren stilled and allowed for you to adjust to the size of him. It wasn’t anything magnificent; straight off the bat you could admit that Zeke was well more endowed than him. Still yet, the feeling of a cock inside of you after so long was something you had to accommodate to.

Once again, your insides gaped around the length of Eren’s dick. You could tell the affects on him were dire concerning how his face scrunched inwards.

“Fuck, you feel just as good as I thought you would.” Pressing forwards, the brunette let out a groan, his lips just about skimming your own. “I dunno how he could treat you any less than royalty.”

With an annoyed huff, you turned your head to the side, momentarily denying him access to kissing you.

“Mrg. Stop… talking about him. It’s you that currently has your dick inside me right now, not him. Why you still gotta bring him up?”

Eren was quiet for a second. You could tell the mild telling off had caught him off guard too. He took in a deep breath, his head briefly turning to the side before he turned back to you, his demeanour humbled.

“Soz.” He muttered, clearly experiencing some form of embarrassment.

You didn’t have to say much else from there. Eren began to move slowly, testing to see if you were ready to receive him better. When he didn’t hear any objections in return, he took that as a sign to continue.

Eren began to pump himself into you, a soft hiss at the first two strokes but then once the third was performed, his sharp air intakes turned into warm hums. As the brunette stretched you out, you couldn’t help but hold onto Eren’s shoulders to bring him in closer, your hands nimbly grasping at the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“Yes, Eren. Yes, yes.” You whispered the short words of encouragement into the man’s ear, the sound of slapping skin accenting your chants.

Eren on other hand aimed to keep himself steady as he buried his cock in and out of your lewd hole.

“I wanna hear you, louder.” He brought a hand up to push your bra higher up your chest so that he could fondle your breast much easier. “Say my name.”

In hearing that, your first thought was That’s so fucking corny!

Because asking someone to purposely say your name during sex just seemed so forced— especially if this was the first time having intercourse together and you were trying to be inauspicious as possible because it was fricken adultery!

But Sex Brain makes you say and accept some really weird shit at times and so as quickly as the thought came, it suddenly sounded like a good idea and so you complied.

“Eren! Eren! Fuck, yes— Eren!”

It was definitely an ego and performance booster because as soon as you began to pray his name, his thrusts became a lot more elaborate and full of brand new vigour. Laying you back down and then taking a hold of your hips, Eren made it his mission to scoop your insides out and dig deep into your guts.

“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name, baby. Say my name as I fuck this tight pussy of yours.”

His coarse words sent off another spark inside of you as your filter became weaker.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me, Eren. Touch and fuck me all you want.”

One of your hands came up to desperately play with the fat of your breast, your nipple twiddling between your fingers.

Being the self-proclaimed gentleman he is, Eren brought one of his hands down to rub his thumb over your clit again, the sensation bringing you close to a climax.

“Fuck! Yes, that… that feels so good!”

The brunette attempted to slightly raise your hips so that he could get a better angle for both of you. What actually ended up happening was him pulling your hips closer towards him and evidently sticking his dick further inside of you.

Well, that was unexpected, considering you didn’t think there was any dick left to take but you guess everyone had surprises up their sleeves.

Because of the sheer energy and force it was taking the man to fuck you, Eren had to keep you at arms length. Much to both of your displeasures, but Eren had a goal to reach and he was determined to reach it before you got caught.

Any minute now, his older brother could walk through the front door.

Going back to rubbing at your clit, Eren’s laboured breath became more staggered, his hip thrusts getting sloppier.

“I’m getting there…” He panted out.

Since your eyes were rolled back and unable to meet Eren’s, you tried your best to push out a reply although your words came out jagged as Eren’s thrusts jogged your body.

“Y’u close?“ You slurred.

Eren wobbly nodded.

“Yeah…”

The noise of slapping skin was becoming more sloppy and out of rhythm.

“Mng. Pullout.”

Despite your predicament, your words were clear.

However, the lack of an answer from the younger Jaeger worried you. You didn’t want any mistakes happening, nor did you want to presume you were both on the same page. The idea of him finishing inside of you sounded heavenly but even you, battered under the haze of sex knew better than to let that be the case.

You caught your breath before straining your neck up, speech garbled.

“Eren, pull…out!”

His thrusts were stuttering already, you knew he was close. Despite that, your hands came down to your sides to meet his own as you tugged him away.

“Eren!”

“Fuck!”

With an almost too late juncture, Eren slipped himself out of you, his dick wetting your stomach and some of your panties that still hung around your inner knees with spurts of white come.

His hips bucked in conjunction to the spurting of his cock while his mouth was left agape in silent moan.

Your high was effectively still in need of motion so once realising Eren had pulled out, you draped your own hands down to finish yourself off, your fingers caressing your already gooey cunt. However, before you could even stroke yourself thrice, Eren’s hand snaked down in place of your own, batting your hand out of the way and finishing you off.

“I told you…I’m a gentleman.” He rasped, his orgasm clearly having done a number on him.

With a soft yelp, you rolled your head to the side, your hands seeking out your breasts once again seeing as Eren was taking care of your pussy.

Your own hips gyrated in retaliation to Eren’s touch, his hands surprisingly skilled in knowing what your body wanted.

It wasn’t long for the bubbling within the pit of your stomach to come back but this time it washed over you in full force. With a sweet moan that trapped within the back of your throat, your climax coarsed throughout your body, your orgasm stilling your body in ecstasy.

With his hand still playing at your bud, Eren bent forwards to plant a wet kiss at the base of your throat.

You couldn’t help but to bring your arms around his shoulders, your body tingling with the fresh after orgasm buzz that you had so long forgotten what it felt like to experience with someone else.

Eren continued to kiss at your maroon skin, his breath hot as he treated you with the softness of a tender partner. And in all fairness, you momentarily wished that was the case; That what you were doing with the man wasn’t wrong, that you could allow him to treat you like this for much longer.

However, as expected after such an audacious act, your brain didn’t allow you to think like that for long and automatically wandered towards your boyfriend — who currently wasn’t the one who had just fucked you on your corridor floor.

“Eren, I feel bad.” You softly croaked, your heart rate still racing against the cage of your chest.

You felt the man’s lips still against your left shoulder at your words. You thought that like last time he’d disregard your statement and continue what he was doing, try and make you forget, but this time was different.

Lifting his head up, Eren gave you the first look of seriousness he had that day. Finally, the weight of the situation had dawned on him too and you honestly wished it hadn’t. At least one of you should stay optimistic.

“I know. And I’m sorry, but I’m also not at the same time. Does that make sense?” He brooded.

You couldn’t continue to look at the man. Instead, you watched up at the ceiling, something just a bit lighter than anguish plaguing your heart.

“Yeah. Kinda.” You mused.

Eren shortly sniffed, his hand now removed from your pussy as he sat up onto his knees, dick slung and chest glistening with perspiration.

“Do you regret it?” He offered in a smaller voice.

You sat up onto your elbows, a short hum leaving your throat in ponder.

Did you regret it?

You don’t think you did. It was definitely a good lay and good lays had to be judged for what they were, not what came after. But still yet, adultery wasn’t something anyone could just take lightly— whether a good lay was attached to it or not.

Maybe if you were given a second chance, you’d make a different choice but it’s too late for the has beens or could haves. Right now, this was the choice you made and therefore you’d live with it.

“Hm. I dunno.” You breathed. “It’s definitely a different feeling but—“

Without any warning, the click of the lock sounded and the front door opened revealing the smell of fresh cigarette smoke and the appearance of none other than Zeke.

Everyone froze.

How did he get in so quickly? Was the door not locked?!

Both you and Eren looked up towards the stunned male, bodies exposed and naked as Zeke’s eyes switched between the both of you in blown shock. The smell of sex was so strong within the enclosed corridor, it was bound to be smelt upon first entry.

There was absolutely nowhere to hide; The worse case scenario had come to pass.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” Zeke bellowed.

Shit.

#eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren x black y/n #eren x fem!reader #eren jeager x reader #attack on titan #anime #shingeki no kyojin #aot x black reader #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren x y/n

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marveloustimestwo · 1 year

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Hi Robin! I'm the anon who asked for Barty Crouch Jr. here's my idea: Barty falls for an Auror reader in the moment she and the rest of the Aurors went to inprison him. I think Barty himself would be surprised to fall for an Auror but the reader it's so good at magic that he can't stop be impressed by her 🤔 You think he'll try to become a good person for her?

Hello again anon! Thanks for sending something in :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, Barty breaks into the reader's house, talk of reader being tied up, and mentions of killing and maiming, but no in-depth talk about it.

Barty would definitely be surprised when he finds himself obsessing over an Auror, much less the one who helped put him away.

But the more he goes over it, the more it makes sense to him. He'd find himself awed over your amazing magic skills, whether you were actually that good or he was just making it seem so much better in his mind.

He would only be more impressed if you'd been a key part of his capture and had spent months getting together everything needed to actually put him away.

When it comes to Barty, I believe he's liable to change a lot about himself depending on who he's obsessed with.

He's a huge worshipper. The moment he becomes obsessed with his darling, he's going to put them above everything else in his life, because, to him, you are a deity.

So for you, an Auror who actively strives to do good, Barty would start going on his best behavior while in Azkaban, but soon realizes that he can't exactly help or talk to you while in prison.

With how much bad stuff he's done, it's not like he's about to get out legally anytime soon, so he quickly hatches a plan to escape.

He'll pull whatever strings he can to get out and with how stubbornly obsessed he is with you, Barty's out in no time.

One night you'll come home from work to find him sitting on your bed, with him having already looked through your entire house, learning everything he can about the one he "loves."

Barty's very quick to disarm you before you can actually register him as a threat. But he's very quick to assure you that he's not a threat. He loves you, obviously. He wouldn't hurt you.

And he's actually quite gentle while tying you up, and will continuously assure you that this is just for your own good. He just needs to explain things first, then he'll let you go once you're properly cooperating.

He just wants to love and serve you, that's all. Barty promises he's not here to hurt you for being involved in locking him up. Actually, how you handled him then was what started his adoration for you in the first place.

Barty will be on his best behavior while in your view but is still a loose cannon otherwise. When you're not actively watching him, his impulses will be geared towards helping further your goals, which likely means he's going to kill and maim anyone who badmouths you or stand in your way.

He's a wild card alright. Even with someone as good as you, he's still a hot mess.

#yandere #yandere harry potter #yandere barty crouch jr

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mysisypheannightmare · 7 months

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Warnings: Patton acting very unsympathetic (gaslighting mostly), some negative thinking

Logan had accomplished something great today.

He showed Thomas a new video-editing software that he determined should significantly improve his content output speeds and would also run adequately on his current computer equipment. Thomas learning about the new features gave Logan a much-desired confidence boost and he wanted to smile as Thomas quietly let out "ooh"s and "aww"s at the short preview video from the software's website.

He sat across from him at the table as Thomas closed his laptop, and he explained very simply that if Thomas held back on takeout for the week and refrained from buying anything from Redbubble (as tempting as it may be) until next month, he should have more than enough saved up to purchase and download the new software. He would have to learn the new system in order to use it properly, but Logan had assured him that he would read the instructions thoroughly and stick with Thomas throughout the process so he could have it learned in no time.

Thomas had enthusiastically agreed.

Logan marked a calendar, noting to skip fast food for the week and online purchases for the month, and then circled Thomas' pay date. That was when he could buy the software, right alongside with paying his bills.

Oh! And he reminded him, don't forget, he needed to do his taxes sooner rather than later, because the refund could come in handy!

Satisfied, Logan began to sink out, only to hear someone else pop in as he did so.

He thought nothing of it as he entered his room.

He recalibrated his calendar, having successfully convinced Thomas of a way to increase productivity.

He was glad all the research and reviewing for a new video software had actually paid off, considering he'd been desperate to find some kind of new task that would benefit Thomas. And with the new predicted increase in productivity, Thomas would soon have better availability for filming, spending time with his friends, and pursuing his hobbies on the side.

Sure, Virgil won't like the adjustment period for the new changes but Logan intended to promise him he'd make that transition as smooth as possible.

And yes, being frugal for the month will be rough, especially with Roman around, but he'd already prepared room in the budget for some slip-ups just in case.

And Patton will hopefully realize that Thomas can create his own comfort foods right at home, within his budget, and it wouldn't affect anything negatively at all.

Logan had covered all his bases, made sure everyone would be accommodated within reason, and Thomas could still benefit the most out of this decision.

Logan felt accomplished. Well, perhaps he could have set up a better worksheet that allocated and compared the reviews he'd read about new and available software… but he was still satisfied with the results he received!

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he turned and walked over to it automatically.

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by Patton's strained smile.

"Hey, Lo," he said, teeth gritted in a way that made Logan instantly uncomfortable. "Can I come in?"

In lieu of a response, Logan merely stepped aside, allowing Patton to stride on into the room and then turn around to face the other side as he shut the door gently.

He wasn't the most adept at reading others' emotions, but he could sense Patton wasn't happy at the very least. Something must have upset him.

"Is something the matter?" Logan asked, confused by Patton's behavior.

"What? No!" Patton's expression changed nearly four times, far too rapidly for Logan to interpret what any of them could be. "No, no, see, I was just...worried, about you! From the way it sounds lately, you seem to be working really hard, Logan!"

Logan wasn't sure if that was meant to be a compliment or not. The words sounded correct for one, but Patton's tone seemed bizarre. Logan frowned.

Emotions were quite difficult to understand.

Perhaps Patton was worried about his uptick in productivity?

"I assure you," Logan tried, "I have made no strain on myself. I only take on what I can handle, as we all should."

Patton's eyes had narrowed at him for a moment as they both stood in silence.

Perhaps he had misread Patton's intentions with his statement, after all.

"I'm no lie-detector, Logan, but I get the feeling that's not entirely true," Patton told him, a frown upon his face that seemed to mock him. He wasn't sure how it could do that, though.

"It is," Logan answered simply.

"Oh, really?" Patton tilted his head to the side. "Because I heard you decided to start up a new assignment of sorts."

Logan blinked. Patton seemed upset, but he wasn't sure why.

Sure, Logan had taken on researching new software and presenting the comparison results to Thomas, but it was of no concern to his allocated schedule and didn't take away from his other responsibilities.

He didn't understand why that would be upsetting. In what way could this be viewed negatively?

"I don't understand," Logan told him numbly. Was he… in trouble for something? Had he done something incorrectly and not realized it?

"Don't you?" Patton raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

So he had done something wrong.

Logan tried to think back, but he couldn't recall anything he had done recently that seemed to upset anyone. Was this really somehow about introducing Thomas to the new editing software? Why would anyone be upset about such a fruitful decision?

"I believe I may be failing to see the overall issue here, Patton," he remarked. If this was about the software, there was certainly no reason to behave like this. He could just tell Logan outright about his concerns.

Patton shook his head, still smiling in that uncomfortable way.

"That's the problem, Logan."

The room seemed colder then.

Logan tried again,

"If you would enlighten me as to what has upset you, we should be able to come to a solution. I'm sure once I understand your predicament, it'll be simple."

Reassurance often worked to cheer Patton up, after all. Perhaps this would help?

Patton laughed, but Logan hadn't made a joke. The sound reverberated a tiny bit through the room, and Patton looked him in the eye.

He wasn't smiling anymore.

"I don't need to do that for you, Logan. You're smart. Just think back and you'll figure it out."

"Then, what's the resolution here?" Logan asked, trying not to sound desperate. "What are you asking of me?"

The answer was not something he ever thought he'd hear.

"I think Thomas needs a little break from his logic for a while."

Logan had never experienced such hollowness as the kind that abruptly formed in his chest at those words.

"Wh--" he swallowed, his mouth absolutely dry. "What do you mean?"

Patton's smile returned then.

"I mean, you've been working so hard, and Thomas has, too!" He grasped his hands together in front of him. "It's about time you both had a break. I'm thinking maybe just a week or two, you know?"

Logan didn't know. He didn't understand. Thomas couldn't survive without logic, so what was Patton even suggesting?

And it wasn't like the work Logan was doing was in any way taxing or deserving of a break, especially considering how few tasks he even had left to do these days. He had been satisfied with just the chance to research something for once, and without anyone else's input.

So what was Patton even saying here? Did he not like Logan's decision?

It wasn't like he could control what Logan did or didn't do!

"I can make my own decisions, Patton," he chose to say. He tried to stay as calm as possible so Patton could tell he was serious.

Patton smiled at him again, sickeningly sweet.

"Yes, but you're not the only one making decisions, right?"

Ah. So Patton was upset because Logan hadn't consulted him and the others.

Logan tried not to sigh in disappointment. He'd been doing all the preparation for this suggestion so it would be easier on everyone and not turn into a pointless debate. It was meant to benefit everyone.

But, of course, Patton has to find some way to make it negative instead.

"I suppose I could have done some more consulting, yes," he conceded, folding his arms across his chest.

"We all make mistakes," Patton nodded, like they had only just gotten on the same page.

"That's why I want to ask you to take a break voluntarily. For your sake and for Thomas'!"

Logan blinked.

So it was Thomas who needed the break? But why hadn't Patton just said that, and why hadn't Thomas said anything?

Before he could even ask, Patton added,

"Look, I know Thomas doesn't trust you enough to tell you this kind of stuff, that's why he had me ask you instead. He needs a little vacation from his logic for a bit, okay?"

Logan grimaced. None of this made sense. Thomas had been so enthusiastic when he agreed to his plan for the new software. Patton had been the only one to say anything negative about it at all.

Had he completely misread everything? Had Thomas been placating him and he hadn't noticed?

Patton was always more in-tune with that sort of thing, so perhaps he was right about this.

"Are... you sure he doesn't want me around right now?" Logan had to ask, he had to know.

Patton's expression didn't change.

"You can still do your usual stuff from your room, right? Just do that for this week, and then we'll see where we're at, okay?"

Logan noted that he hadn't answered his question, but his suggestion implied what must have been the truth. Patton was known for trying to gloss over the negative side of things, after all. Maybe he was just trying to help…

Logan sighed.

He didn't want to agree but he didn't want to argue, either. If Thomas really didn't want his help, he should give him some space and find a more subtle way to offer his assistance.

"Okay."

Patton smiled.

"Perfect! Thank you so much," he told him, heading towards the door. "I'll take care of the rest and don't worry, I already switched the schedule back to normal."

Oh. Logan frowned. So all that effort has been for nothing, then.

Patton gave a little wave and exited, leaving Logan standing uncomfortably in the middle of his room.

He had put so much thought into that decision. Where had he gone so wrong?

And why hadn't Thomas just said what he felt? And why hadn't Patton, either?

He really needed to get better at this whole socializing thing.

He glanced around at the empty room. Well, at least he'd have the time for it.

#logan angst #logan sanders #fanfiction #unsympathetic patton #i swear i dont hate patton but i wrote this almost two years ago and just never posted it #patton isnt actually like this obviously but if you dont mind him doing some gaslighting then please enjoy #sanders sides

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Spoilers (since I recently rewatched Scaras videos and saw comments about the Nameless Child) (+unintentional Ei rant)

I remember seeing a lot of people question Scaramouches whole thing about holding a grudge on a dying child, but, honestly, as an immortal being that was still learning for the most part at the time, I think it makes sense. He mentions in his character stories that he wasn't aware a human could deteriorate and pass on in a single night. To him, he believed he had so much more time. They had made promises, he cared for that child, showed him the home that once imprisoned him. And if you really think about it.. he didn't really witness death like this until now. He never saw Niwas body, and I don't know if he ever actually saw the bodies of the various workers in Tatarasuna when they finally passed away, as he also mentions that he didn't expect to be flooded with a negative emotion upon witnessing death (though granted, his relationship with the Nameless Child would obviously be drastically different than the random acquaintances of Tatarasuna, so there's just a chance that he really didn't get hit by heavy emotions).

All that he was aware of was that he was alone again. Ei abandoned him, and he only knew that Niwa supposedly ran away and left him alone, and then the child he treated as family left him too. Grief forms in so many different ways, and anger at things around you, or the person who is deceased, can be a common part of it. There's anger at being abandoned, anger about how life suddenly changed.. so many different factors go into it. And instead of being able to handle that anger in better ways, he found himself burning down a building, and attempting to off himself in the flames, and when he lived and tried to keep going with a newfound fear and hatred towards humans who only ever broke his expectations, or had the potential of only hurting him more, he landed in a group that took advantage of and fed that anger.

Scaramouche never had the chance to properly grieve or figure out how to handle emotions that were still new to him at the time. Him having a grudge on Niwa, Ei, and The Nameless Child makes sense, as it's all he knew. There was never anyone there who actually tried to properly help him. In his brain, he was abandoned again, and again, and again, and it eventually just spiraled into a hatred for other people.

I know a lot of people don't usually go for the "I'm going to try to analyze the characters emotions!" route when watching videos about things like this, since, obviously, why would you. But, there are legitimate reasons as to why Scaramouche would be mad at someone for dying, and it's a sucky situation all the way through. But the best thing is, he probably finally got over the anger he had on Niwa and The Nameless Child upon becoming The Wanderer (I don't care what anyone says he doesn't owe Ei any forgiveness - Her situation was straight-up just child abandonment. Which, yeah, sure, she was doing it because she didn't want to control him, and wanted him to live his own life without her interference, but you couldn't just like.. leave him a note explaining that? Check on him once in a while? Hell, even drop him off in civilization that'd love and care for him? You imprisoned him for who knows how long in a domain that probably just felt mind-numbing as everything was always the same until he was finally broken free from it. You say you didn't want to interfere with his life, but then threw him into a situation where his life would've sucked and been non-existent as he could only just stare at walls and trees. Unless she was just gunning on humans to break him out to give him an actual meaningful life, considering he didn't have his strength at the time. But this isn't a Raiden Ei being a shitty mom rant post, so uh!!)

Ignoring my Ei rant for a second. I hope this was. A decent read. Despite how short it is. I always loved analyzing Scaramouche as a character, so making posts about his backstory is very fun.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer genshin impact #wanderer #I don't really know what else to do for tags but #I still find it interesting that Scaramouche did genuinely view the Pavilion as a 'prison'. He calls it that multiple times.#he considers it home #but he also fully recognizes the fact he was not there of his own will. and that he was in fact locked away #(correction: i actually think he only refers to it as a prison once my bad)#(i don't want to delete all my tags to correct it)

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sullustangin · 3 months

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Fluffy February Day 13 - Splurge

SWTOR

Time: Life Day, 25 ATC

Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor

Words: 773 (oh look, something reasonably sized)

“…it sort of got away from me. Bit of a splurge. First, it was a welcome back gift…then it was a happy birthday gift, but the order was too complicated to be done by then. Then it was too late for a dating anniversary present…” Eva gave an uncharacteristically nervous laugh.

Theron stared at what was now parked in Odessen’s speeder pool, with an obnoxiously huge bow on it.

…it was his first Life Day after Nathema. After he came back. After his 38th birthday. After they marked 4 years since they were officially together (and she was out of carbonite). After her 30th birthday.

Eva had gotten him a top-of-the-line swoop bike. Every bell and whistle imaginable. It was the sort that only people with sponsors with huge pockets could afford. …honest to the stars, it made the dream bike in Theron’s head pale in comparison.

He’d been in work mode when the Captain had summoned him. Now… he’d be lucky if he could add and subtract properly.

It was probably the most elaborate gift anyone had ever gotten him.

He didn’t know what to do with it.

Yes, there was the obvious “Ride the bike” idea, but … he didn’t want it.

They’d had conversations before – how she had so much money she could buy anything she wanted and how he never wanted anything, because desires fulfilled and unfulfilled were discouraged. Eva had been a profound exception.

Theron didn’t know what to do with the bike or his feelings about it.

Because he didn’t like it.

He didn’t want it.

But how was he going to explain that to her, who was so anxiously waiting for him to tell her she did it right? Waiting for him to tell her she knew him best?

They both made those desperate reaches for affection after Nathema. The legal marriage was the most permanent, and they’d dove into it headlong, together. What they said during sex was the most fleeting, but the highs got higher with the right words.

This… was probably the most expensive and the least well received.

And she’d figured it out. “You don’t like it.”

Theron forced himself to look at her utterly crestfallen expression and told her the truth. “No. About as much as you would like my design of a personal shuttle for you to use instead of the Thief.”

Despite the hypothetical, Theron saw that temper flare up – how dare he even say that –and then it fizzled out when it registered. “You…you build them yourself.”

Theron nodded.

“…but you sold your last swoop – the one you had on Nar Shaddaa,” Eva stated, the question baked in.

Theron shrugged. “Had to. Needed the money during the Revanite crisis. It was for the mission. Can’t get attached to some old bike if it means saving the galaxy.”

“…but you built it,” Eva repeated. “How can you –” She cut herself off with a shake of her head. “Your attachments thing still doesn’t make sense to me. The fact that you still can’t –”

“One notable exception.” He had to correct her on that count. “And maybe a few others, depending on how much they’ve annoyed me during the week.” That provoked a smile from the both of them.

He was better, she had to admit that.

Eva looked at the swoop bike. Then she sheepishly offered, “If I had Corso and Guss disassemble it for us and we put it back together –”

She didn’t finish that sentence before Theron laughed. “We might not see the parts again, Eva,” he managed.

“And then I really wouldn’t be able to return it.” Eva gave the bike a bemused look.

Theron’s chuckling tampered off. “…you’d do that?”

She shrugged. “What’s the point of a bike you don’t ride or a ship you don’t like?” A tiny little snarl erupted on her face. “Even in the abstract.”

The amusement returned to Theron’s face at her absolute caginess about the Thief. “I promise to never take up a drafting pencil on that concept.”

“Good,” she said, sharply. Then her own smirk floated up to her face. “How about I send you off to Taris or Telos or something with Blizz and go have a scrounge for parts?” She put her hands on her hips. “I bet I could even find you an intel mission to do at the same time.”

Theron swaggered toward her for the first time during this whole exchange. “Again, I’d never see the parts again if you sent Blizz.” He paused. “You got some spare time?”

She closed the rest of the distance between them. “I can make time.”

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor

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reclusiverisottonero · 1 year

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🌧 Rain Can Only Heal So Much 🌧 Ao3 Link

⤷ Risotto/GN!Reader, 1.5k words

Notes/Warnings:

⤷ SFW, cuddling, kissing, mentions of depression, sleep deprivation ⤷ This work was written exclusively with myself in mind, no pronouns or descriptions of body type mentioned, but there might be some references to other physical attributes or other subjects that will not match up with everyone and their experiences. Do not read if this will be an issue for you, thank you.

Risotto's been negligent, and you've been sleep deprived.

For as much of a light sleeper as you are, as fast as your mind races in the dead of night down a spiral of existential dread, the sound of rain hitting the windows of your little flat is one of the few things that calms you enough to block it all out. Brings you a sense of peace for reasons you can’t explain but happily accept. Anything to help get you into a headspace that will have you get some real sleep, no matter how short that sleep might be.

The other thing that helps is Risotto, who’s enjoying the soft pitter-patter of the rain as well. Or maybe the content expression on his face is because he’s here lying in bed with you.

It was easier than you’d thought it would be this time to get him to stop his work early (much earlier, by his standards anyway) and join you in this thick cocoon of blankets and soft pillows. At first he refused, like he always does when urged to get some sleep any earlier than midnight. You’re tired though, so goddamn tired, that you didn’t even bother to argue back like you usually do. Instead you pressed at the dark bags of your swollen eyes, and uttered I sleep better when I’m with you, while trying not to sound as pathetic as you felt for saying it. At the tone of those words his attention had immediately snapped up from his workload to look at you, truly look at you, and any rebuttal he had formed evaporated at the sight.

There’s a strange buzzing going in and out of the sleep-clouded haze of your mind, a heavy, loud sound that’s growing with every exhale. You stir slightly, tightening the grip you have around Risotto’s waist and letting out an annoyed grunt when you hear it again. The buzzing ignores your grumbling, and when your breath hitches hard in the back of your throat in a coughing sputter that’s when you realize the noise is coming from you. It’s your snoring, so loud and hard that you’ve woken yourself up, and probably Risotto as well.

Said man’s arm is like solid metal resting warm around you, holding you carefully against his side as you return to consciousness with a harsh jolt. The deep chuckle you can feel reverberating through his body and into your ear pressing on his flank makes a pleasant shiver run down your spine.

“Oh fuck, Risotto, why didn’t you wake me earlier?” You moan out in embarrassment, turning a little to bury your face into said man’s side.

“You needed the rest.” He replies in low tones, just enough for you to hear.

“Ugh,” Is your witty comeback. “I didn't wake you up, did I?” You attempt to sit up, but Risotto’s hold is unwavering and you don’t have the energy to fight back. The drumming of the rain and distant rolls of thunder are close to pulling you back under when he finally pulls away, turning over on his side and together you both shimmy around to adjust for the height difference until you're properly looking at one another.

Risotto’s hand rests against the curve of your cheek with a delicacy that makes your heart swell and eyes tear up, “I’ve been awake for a little while,” He begins, quickly amending when your face twists in horror, “but not because of you, I promise.”

Biting your lip hard enough to peel back the chapped skin you nod. Risotto rarely likes to make promises. His anxieties at being capable of following through or being seen as genuine hold him back from making them more often.

“What time is it?” The curtains in your room are blackout ones, with the blinds also drawn down tight to keep even the most stubborn of light from the outside from peeking through. Beyond them, the rain continues its steady beat with the sound getting stronger as the seconds tick by.

Here in the darkness Risotto’s eyes are something ethereal to behold. Their soft, warm glow is a beacon you can always rely on when you’re drowning and need to find the shores of sanity again. Caught up in them as you are, it leaves you unprepared for the kiss Risotto gives. It’s a soft, tender press against your lips, filled with warmth and comfort that sinks down deep into the marrow of your bones. Relaxing further into him with a sigh you try to deepen it, but a jaw popping yawn pulls you away from the attempt.

“There’s still plenty of time for you to get more sleep. We don’t have anywhere to be for a long while, so don’t worry.” Risotto says in lieu of a proper answer to your question. It feels like there’s something productive that you could be doing other than lazing about like this. For sure you have things to do, but your mind is still cloudy with sleep and can’t focus on anything but the warmth of Risotto’s body and the way your lips still tingle pleasantly from the kiss.

His thumb brushes across the puffy skin of your under-eye, the calloused pad pressing down slightly and you lean into the touch with a soft hum. Without any more words needed you bury your face into his neck at the same time he wraps his arms around you again, your knees knocking together gently before they entwine and settle in. You jolt a bit when Risotto’s hand starts massaging the spot on your back that you always complain about being sore but relax into the motions quickly. As the pressure deepens and the knots in the muscles dissipates you moan, unaware of how much you needed this until now.

“Just relax, and get some rest.” Risotto murmurs, following his words up with a row of kisses along the top of your head before he speaks again, “Sarò qui quando ti sveglierai, amore mio, te lo prometto.”

Something nags at you in the back of your mind at those last few words, but sleep beckons like a siren's call. Pushes your consciousness to fuzz around the edges until your eyes are too heavy to stay open and the combination of rain along with the soft, rich tones of Risotto’s voice lulls you back to sleep. When he feels your breathing slow to soft, even puffs of air against his neck he moves on from your back to your hair. Catches the soft strands between his fingers while he spaces out, lost in thought.

He should have noticed sooner that your sleep was getting thrown out of whack again, that your depression was coming back full force because of it. Just how long were you trying to handle this by yourself before breaking down like that? You hide your pride so well sometimes that Risotto forgets he’s not the only one that has trouble asking for help when he’s struggling. Shame sinks like stones deep into the pit of his guts as he reflects on how often he’s shut you down recently when asked to join you for sleep. Your face tonight when the facade of strength finally cracked threatens to make those stones rise up to his throat, but he pushes the sob back down. He has no right to self-pity, not when he feels in part to blame for your current state.

Pressing against him like this for so long the amount of body heat building up starts to make him uncomfortable. His arm trapped between your body and the bed is going numb, too, but he doesn’t dare move. Not yet. He’ll endure it for as long as he needs to until—

At your first snore a smile breaks across Risotto’s face. It’s drawn out and obnoxiously loud and he couldn’t love the sound of it more if he tried. Satisfied with how relaxed you are he takes back his arm. He scoots back to stare at your sleep soft expression, and a small laugh escapes him at the endearing way your cheek is squished against the pillow.

What the hell is wrong with me, he thinks as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, how can anything be more important than you?

Risotto knows these thoughts are drenched in a sense of romanticism he works hard to suppress deep within himself, but right now he makes a conscious decision to let them roam free. To let those feelings guide his heart into creating a plan for how he’ll make things right again once you’re feeling well rested. For now, he closes his eyes and buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the comfort of your scent with a shaky breath.

Rain falls gently just beyond the windows in a pleasant rhythm, but Risotto tunes it out easily. He focuses on the harsh pattern of your snores and already can feel himself drifting off, as nothing else can lull him to sleep quite like you.

#risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #risotto nero #risotto jjba #risotto jojo #risotto nero jojo #my writing #i finally feel comfortable posting this fffff #no fancy graphic with this one since i dont have photoshop on me atm #maybe next time

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Correction Course: What to Expect in SRBA Reloaded!

It took me a long time to get this post about since life kicked me in the pants, but as promised, I am going to make a full post addressing the criticisms leveled at SRBA and what will be changed in the remastered edition, Super Readers’ Biggest Adventure Reloaded.

Since I’m not someone who can’t learn from her mistakes, I’ll start off with the valid criticisms to my story, Super Readers’ Biggest Adventure, which I have addressed with others who’ve read the story in some private messages (those who read this, you know who you are ^^)

1. The religious themes. I’m no less religious than I was when I first started, but going back I admit that the Christian themes were way, WAY overused here. I still laugh/cringe over the Jesus part myself, haha. I thought I was doing something cool there, but man. I really DID go overboard, and in all honesty, it wasn’t necessary. For those who pointed it out, I take full responsibility for it, and apologize for that. Later installments in the Gaiden series do not have this, though, with Darkness Rewrite being the only exception due to Prince Charming’s throwaway line. Reloaded does have a few metaphors/archetypes for several characters in the Bible (ie. Jeremiah is a blend of both David and Paul, while Chaos’ original character is supposed to mirror Saul before his fall from grace) and some parallels to Scripture, but I definitely won’t go crazy with that like I did in the original.

2. The worldbuilding/lore. For context, I wrote SRBA when I was in high school. So the quality of the writing is…much to be desired. I admit, I had trouble keeping track of the world building and lore for a while, and often when I was adding things into the Gaiden series, it was due to multiple, MULTIPLE rereads to make sure that I wasn’t retroactively retconning everything I wrote back then. As it was my first time working on detailing a large world, and since I made up a lot of things on the fly, a lot of things didn’t make sense back then. I’ve long since learned a lot about how to world build properly and am putting that into effect with the remaster, retconning and adding a few things—I wouldn’t call myself a master, but I’m not a beginner like I was before. While I don’t hate the lore that I created for it, there are things that could’ve been explained better. There are some things that could’ve been shown earlier in the story rather than in the throes of action. There are a few things that could be removed (not sure where I was going with the Summoning Pin element, honestly). There are some things that could’ve been added (shouldn’t the Fairytale World been taken over ages ago?). This is one of the main reasons I tapped this story to get a complete overhaul in the form of Reloaded, where I plan to change everything that was wrong with the original story. As for all the magical swords/Device ripoffs, they were supposed to be based off of Lyrical Nanoha’s Devices, but that wasn’t made clear. I also put in references to Pretty Cure/Sailor Moon in regard to both Muse and Princess Presto, since they’re like the magical girls of the team. I do apologize for that ^^;

Also, being a Black woman myself, there’s gonna be more representation for BIPOC/women. It was a weak point in the original story (as the only other OC whose family gets prominence, Muse, is of Irish/Scottish descent), but I’m gonna rectify that. I’ve decided to include Power Paige in Reloaded, as well as a few other characters, too. I didn’t have a lot of confidence in describing appearances back then, much less scenes, and I realized recently that in trying to create a good descriptor for one of my OCs, I ended up unintentionally offending someone. And at the time of writing the original story, I had no idea that Red was Jewish (for context, I wrote the story when the original Woofster episodes aired, and didn’t follow the series for a while until 2016, when the last few episodes were airing). So, yeah, going forward, we’re not having any stereotypes for BIPOC, period! I’m planning on revising the first chapter of Darkness Rewrite to get rid of that descriptor for Ethan, because, like you said, it was a weird longer way to say someone had darker skin. As someone who interacts with people of various cultures, and makes sure to include that in my own stories, I admit, I dropped the ball here. But I’m gonna fix that! Names were also a big thing that I struggled with. I’ll correct the names for the families of the Super Readers’ families (AKA. The ones who weren’t properly named in the series) soon.

3. Character Development, Part 1: The Super Readers. As much as I like the Super Readers, I didn’t really give them proper character development, with Wonder Red and Super Why being the most egregious. I’d say the character that I (mostly) nailed in the original was Alpha Pig, while the character who got the worst end of the stick was Wonder Red, who was kinda reduced to a hotheaded Tsundere (and I did kinda keep up that energy in the recent entry, which I’m gonna correct in the following chapters!). Whyatt wasn’t terrible, but he was pretty blasé in comparison to the others—he was just there to be the leader and that’s it. Rewatching the series has given me a better idea on where to go with accurately portraying the characters, and of course, that’s gonna be accurately represented in the remaster.

Oh, and while I’m on the topic, the other villagers will get better character portrayals too. Little Boy Blue was demonized pretty early on, to where even I felt bad for him rereading the story.

4. Character Development, Part 2: The OCs. I hyped Muse up a lot during the introductory chapters, but nowadays I really dislike her character. Her character was very much underutilized and underdeveloped. I had more fun writing about the Super Readers and the history about her country rather than her, since they were way more interesting. Her personality is gonna get a complete overhaul in the remastered version, and she and the Evil Reader/Jackson will definitely get better character development and arcs that flesh out their characters.

On the topic of the Evil Reader/Jackson and Lexicon, their “redemption arcs” were rushed and admittedly terrible. Well, Lexicon’s was slightly better than Jackson’s, but I agree that justice wasn’t served to the Super Readers or the victims they hurt in the story proper. They can basically be summed up as “my past sucked and it’s the defining characteristic of who I am, but I’m discarding as of today, please forget the people I’ve killed!” Which I agree is a pretty toxic way of achieving redemption, and I recognize and apologize for that. I did do this on purpose to have them go through a “trial by fire” where they learn that forgiveness for their actions isn’t immediately earned—quite a few characters in the Gaiden series (and even in Chaos’ Revenge) do not forgive or let Jackson or Lexicon off the hook, but that’s not implied in the first story. That’ll definitely be fixed moving forward, as seen below.

I’m also very unsatisfied with Jackson/The Evil Reader’s character. I intended for him to be straight evil and then defeated, until I decided that I’d do a redemption arc for him, and did one that was ripped straight off of an anime. Or, more specifically, a movie. I was originally going for an Anakin Skywalker kind of thing, and I realized that I pulled it off badly. I remember being quite proud of his backstory when I wrote it. Now, though? Ugh. I’m going to be redoing his entire story, plus his history with his two best friends as well, in the remastered version.

Jeremiah, naturally, isn’t gonna be a Gary Stu like he was in the original fic. He does have his own flaws, which are shown later on down the road, but honestly should’ve been shown before the Gaiden series. He also should’ve stepped in way earlier, especially when the Evil Reader’s true nature as Chaos was starting to be revealed (which ties into how the darker themes are gonna be handled). All of this are gonna be handled appropriately in the remastered version.

5. Way less shock value. Some scenes (such as the Pig’s brother slapping him “to his senses” scene) were added for shock value. I know now that this is NOT good writing, especially when it goes against the characters’ canon natures. Plus, having a shocking scene after a shocking scene can really, REALLY get annoying after a while.

6. The Whyatt/Red romance. While it was one of the “selling points” of the original story, it was cheesy. It’s one of the things that I didn’t like about the original because it felt rushed (I also wrote a romance fic alongside this way back when, so I don’t really have an excuse!). I’ve already made like seven pages of notes for their romance in the remastered version, where their friendship is showcased as well, and how it’s not just one-sided on Red’s end.

7. Last but not least, the mature themes. The original SRBA got pretty gritty at times—from more physical violence, to the villains possessing/enslaving the villagers, to the horrors of war, to characters outright dying/getting killed, to the implications of genocide. And then, there’s the reveal in the Gaiden verse that Chaos is a predator. A lot of the Super Readers’ reactions/trauma to the events that happened in the original were pretty understated, I can concur with that. There are two chapters and a few moments that do address their worry, terror and fear about losing everything they hold dear…and that’s it. If I’m being totally honest, those aren’t enough. To say nothing of the crap they learned about the Evil Reader in chapter 17. That’ll get rectified in the remaster as well.

Now, I’ll finish this by explaining that I do write darker subjects in my writings. Those things do include, among other things, rape, SA, objectification/sexualization, suicide, violence (of several forms) and—if my Western series Blazin’ Trails is to go by—animal abuse, racism and slavery. I’ll make this abundantly clear: I don’t have a sick fascination with these things, and I do not advocate for any of these horrible things in real life. Sometimes, when I read these stories, when I see things that are just so awful, it literally runs through my head for hours, I write. I write it out to vent about it, to get my feelings out on paper, to break down why it’s wrong/cruel and most importantly, what can be done to end it and the suffering in people’s lives.

It’s why, when I write these themes or villains who eagerly commit these crimes and laugh, I do it with the mindset that they are the lowest of the low. When I write villains like this, I write with the mindset that these are horrible beings who a.) need no backstory to justify their horrible actions and b.) need to be eradicated in the most fitting way possible.

And in all of the stories that feature one or any of these things, it’s made 1000% crystal clear that none of these things, nor the people doing them, are morally right, excusable or justified/vindicated by history. I also stand by the fact that rape/sexual assault is never the victim’s fault, it’s 100% on the perpetrator, regardless of the circumstances. I have one rule when writing about characters who commit such acts, or who supports such acts: if there’s a character who believes that such things are right, they are swiftly dealt with, often violently. In fact, a lot of times, there’s a visceral reaction to those things and the characters are trying to eradicate those things (as well as the people doing it) from the world they live in. I certainly don’t let my villains (the ones who commit the aforementioned terrorism/sexualizing/etc.) get away with such actions.

I did address that yes, Lexicon and Jackson got away with the aforementioned genocide due to BS writing back when I was in school. In Reloaded, though? The difference is night and day—Jack and Mr. Beanstalk straight up kick their faces in for what they did to them and the kids, Jeremiah is much harsher in his beatdown of both of them and does reduce both of them to husks of their former selves when he steps in. And the Super Readers don’t speak to them for much of the story, even after it’s revealed that Chaos is the true villain, ’cause their earlier actions are still fresh in their minds and as such they don’t trust them at all (and rightfully so).

As for Chaos, he gets dealt with in the appropriate manner befitting a predator by Jeremiah when they first fought (which is gonna be explained in Darkness Rewrite when I get to it). But just know that the mature themes of this story will be handled in the appropriate way/explained better than they were in the original.

I think that’s everything that’s gonna be changed. If I find anything else that needs to be changed, I’ll be updating this accordingly! ^^

Thanks to everyone who let me know what was up, as it really helped me to get all of this out.

~iheartgod175

#pbs kids #super why #fanfic: Super Readers’ Biggest Adventure #remastered fics #fanfics #self criticism

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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I Can’t Go On Without You | Dark!Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of @sunsetmourners 100 follower celebration

Pairing: Dark!Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Arthur will do whatever it takes in order to get (Y/N) back...even if it means crossing a line.

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, possessive behavior, assault, weapons, violence (typical to series)

Word Count: 3704

A/N: oh boy, y’all...this is probably the darkest story I’ve ever written. I had this idea and ran with it, and it’s not like we haven’t seen Arthur do something of the sort before. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: the prompt I had was ‘are you in your right mind?’ ... I also took inspiration from KALEO’s song ‘I Can’t Go On Without You’ — it’s lyrics are bold and italicized. Congrats to @sunsetmourners again! I had fun writing this (as dark as it is) and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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They thought they were made for each other, only thinking of one another,

(Y/N) and Arthur had been inseparable from the second they met. Although the circumstances of their meeting was bleak: (Y/N) was coming from the putting flowers on her grandmother's grave when she stumbled upon Arthur, who'd been visiting the grave of a man he fought with in France, the relationship they built was everything but.

In the beginning, (Y/N) acted as Arthur's immediate escape from the emotions that were caused by his memories of war. But as a few years went by, and the business that Arthur and his brothers delved in became more encompassing, Arthur's escape got harder to find.

He'd oftentimes resort to the drink or even drugs; opium and cocaine being his two top choices. And (Y/N) sat by the wayside and watched as this happened, until it got to be too much.

One night, Arthur came home after having one too many. (Y/N) was having a tough day to begin with, and now on top of it, she had to take care of her boyfriend like he was her child.

"Where are ya, baby?" he mumbled as he managed to make his way through the entryway into the living area of the home they shared before he had to brace himself against one of the side tables the room had. It wobbled slightly but was able to hold his weight.

"I'm right here, Arthur," (Y/N) sighed as she stood from the couch to go over to him. "Tough night again?" she decided to ask even though she already knew the answer.

"Fuckin' barge just won't let me off of it," he grumbled, shaking his head.

"How many more nights like this will there be, Arthur?" she asked him then, her solemn eyes hooking onto his hazy ones.

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed at her question, and he took a moment to let it properly soak in before he answered her: "nights like what?"

"Like this? You comin' home drunk like you have just so that I could take care of you after all of the damage is done," she explained her statement.

"I...I can't tell you the answer to that, love," he answered, his brows still furrowed like he was still confused by the question she'd asked. "I can't put a number on how many nights like this I'll have."

"You said you were gonna change," she reminded him of his promise that he made a little over a month ago now.

"And I'm gonna," he nodded along with her.

"When?" (Y/N) was quick with the question, "when, Arthur? Because I don't know how much more of this I could take," her desperation started to show in her words now.

"(Y/N)..." he started to speak, but she wasn't finished.

"I want you to tell me now that you'll get off of all of it and that you'll try to turn yourself for the better," she essentially gave him the ultimatum; showing him the two forks in the road that he was able to pick from.

"I can't tell you that now," he shook his head slightly, having enough sense to realize that the choice she was asking him to make was not an easy one.

"Then I think we should go our separate ways," her heart broke as she said those words, but she knew that she needed to say them. She was at the end of the rope with this.

"You want to break...break up?" Arthur stuttered over the words she'd just uttered. He couldn't quite wrap his head around this. He didn't think that he'd be splitting up with his girlfriend tonight.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded her head, dropping her gaze to the floor to hide the tears that were trying to escape her eyes. "I can't continue to do this, Arthur."

"I can't go on without you though, (Y/N)," the way he uttered these words almost broke (Y/N)'s heart for the second time, but she knew she had to stay strong. She knew she couldn't get stuck in this trap that would lead to the same old things happening over and over again.

"This is what's best for us right now though. I have to do this. I have to go," she spoke in a soft voice before she moved past him to grab her purse and coat so that she'd be able to leave their home.

Never thinking just for one second, she would take a different attraction,

Louis had been a friend of (Y/N)'s for some time now. She'd met him at her work, where he stocked shelves and she rang people up. He was a sweet man who always seemed to take a shine to her. (Y/N) noticed this, but at first she was hesitant to respond to anything. Her split from Arthur was still so fresh that even the thought of going back out and dating again made her uneasy. And Louis understood this. But he still stuck around and remained a person that she could call on when she needed something.

Eventually, after several weeks, (Y/N) was able to come around. She actually decided to ask him out to dinner one night after their shifts were finished. He was surprised, but he agreed to it, and that was the beginning of a relationship that they both decided to go slow with.

We don't want that, we don't want that, we don't want that, no no,

I can't go on without you, I can't go on without you, can't go on without you, yeah, I can't go on without you,

Louis was so unlike Arthur in many ways. He was caring, compassionate, and put together. It made (Y/N) question how she even faniced Arthur in the first place. Of course, he still held a fond spot in her heart, but now she was experiencing a completely different type of love. A type of love where she didn't need to worry if her partner was going to either come home drunk or sober.

Oh, so what's the point of breaking my sweet heart? She wanted me to let down my guard,

Arthur stayed in a state of confusion after (Y/N) left. He never realized how much she impacted his life until she left it. When he wasn't at the Garrison or one of the other pubs that the Shelby Company owned, he was sitting in the living room of his Aunt Polly's house, much like he was today.

"I...I don't know what more I could have done for her, Pol," Arthur said with a sigh as he dropped his head into his hands.

"She wanted to see you make more of a commitment to her," Polly answered, blowing the smoke of her cigarette into the room as she watched her eldest nephew struggle to come to grips with his break up. Some of her was sorry for him, but she could also admit that he did have his faults.

"She wanted me to let down my guard and I..." he paused, exhaling a long breath before continuing, "I thought I did that. I thought that I stripped everything away, showed her how I felt for her, and she went and broke my heart."

"She wanted you to get off the drink. To be around for her once in a while," Polly brought up some points, "didn't you think about where her heart was in all of this?"

"She broke me fucking heart, Pol!" Arthur repeated himself, this time with more emotion laced into his words as he jabbed his index finger into his chest for more effect.

Polly just pursed her lips as she stared over at him. The beginning of a look of disappointment was teetering on her features, but she chose not to let it show. She knew that he'd realize what had actually happened in due time. "I've seen her out with another man, you know," she changed the subject slightly as she brought the cigarette up to her lips once more.

"What?" Arthur's eyes snapped up quickly to meet his aunt's, and she almost laughed at his shocked expression.

"She's found herself a new man. I've seen him at the market, stocking shelves..."

"(Y/N) works at the market," Arthur muttered.

"He seems like a good man, and she's a smile on her face every time I've seen her," Polly continued despite Arthur's mumbling.

Well, you know what they say it's, it's better that way, so, so you better hush and walk away,

"That's not right, Pol," Arthur said as he shook his head, "that's not fucking right."

"What's not right?" she inquired, asking him to elaborate.

"That she gets to go around with this new man and I'm fucking sat here...sat here miserable," he grumbled, glaring at the floor.

"It's better this way, Arthur," Polly told him, "it's better that she's walked away."

"What's his name?" he inquired, completely ignoring his aunt's previous statement.

"What?"

"This new man. What's his name?"

Polly pursed her lips and stared Arthur down for a moment. It was almost as if she was assessing his intentions with the information. "Louis," she finally told him.

"Louis..." he tried the name out for himself, then grumbling something indiscernible under his breath.

"Better to just keep your mouth shut and walk away from all of this, Arthur," she gave him some advice, but Arthur didn't listen.

Instead he stood up and glanced over at his aunt for a moment before he started walking to the front door. "Louis," he muttered one more time before he opened the door and exited the house.

We don't want that, we don't want that, we don't want that, no no,

I can't go on without you, I can't go on without you, oh, Lord,

It didn't take long for Arthur to find Louis, and within a matter of a week, he knew a great deal about him. He learned his home address and work schedule from the man at the market who oversaw the business. He learned his daily patterns of when he was in and out of his apartment thanks to the few Peaky boys that he tasked to act as surveillance on him. And now, he was ready to confront the man.

He waited outside his apartment; leaning up against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. A quick check of the pocket watch — the one that (Y/N) gave him — told him that he had about ten more minutes until Louis would be showing his face. He was due to go to the market for his shift — the same shift (Y/N) was working on, but if Arthur’s plan went off without a hitch, the unsuspecting man wouldn’t be going anywhere today.

The time passed slowly, but Louis’ door opened at ten minutes to the hour, just like Arthur expected. He let the man take his steps out of the apartment and pushed himself off of the wall just as he was going to shut the door. “Louis,” Arthur called out, his voice low and gravelly.

Upon hearing his name, Louis glanced over his shoulder to see a rather intimidating figure approaching him. “Do I know you?” he asked, his blood running cold as he caught a glimpse of the threatening look in the other man’s eyes.

“You should,” Arthur remarked, stepping right up to the man, “let me in your apartment,” he ordered, pushing the other man on his shoulder as a way for him to get the hint that he wasn’t going to back down. Louis just stared at him in shock, unable to move or do anything. “Now,” he barked, pushing his shoulder again, this time harder. It was enough for Louis to get the hint now, and he quickly scrambled to push his door open and step back in with the other man following hot on his tail.

“What...what do you want from me?” he stuttered out, fear laced into his words as he looked at Arthur. “You can take anything...anything is yours,” he continued, then motioning to all of the stuff that filled his small apartment.

“I don’t want any of your shit,” Arthur stated, a glare on his face as he stared at the frightened man with angry eyes, “I just want back what you fucking took from me.”

A look of confusion flashed across Louis’ face for a moment before it was covered by fear. “What have I taken from you, sir?” he asked as politely as possible.

“Oh you know...” Arthur trailed off as a wicked smirk formed on his face, “you should fucking know who I am,” he continued as he took a few more steps closer to the man, backing him up towards his couch. “I’m Arthur fucking Shelby, and you’ve taken my woman...” a bit of realization flashed in Louis’ eyes, and seeing it made Arthur satisfied, “yeah...you fuckin’ took her from me. You took her from me and now I’ve gotta take matters into my own hands to get her back,” he finished his sentence by grabbing hold of Louis’ collar and yanking the man towards him with such force that it made the scared man gasp.

Can’t go on without you, I can’t go on, won’t go on, living on, without you,

“Mr. Shelby, please don’t,” the man pleaded in a whisper, holding both of his hands up as a show that he wasn’t going to fight back. This didn’t matter to Arthur though. He already had his mind made up regardless if his target was going to put up a fight or not.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for this now,” he said through gritted teeth, his free hand folding up into a fist. “Gonna fucking pay for taking my woman away from me,” and with that, he sent his fist flying to connect with Louis’ jaw. Satisfaction filled him as the man’s head twisted to the side and he let out a cry of pain.

Another punch connected with the same place before Arthur released his grip on Louis’ collar, letting him fall to the floor. Immediately, Louis was trying to crawl away from his attacker, but he really couldn’t go anywhere. “Please stop, Mr. Shelby,” he pleaded again, but Arthur was already seeing red.

“Thought you could come in and take her from me...” Arthur trailed off, his mutters coming through gritted teeth as he grabbed the heaviest thing he could find near him, which happened to be a picture frame sitting on a side table, “thought you could make her forget about me,” he continued, moving down so that he was over top of the man, his hand with the picture frame hoisted in the air; like he was giving him a preview of what was to come. “We don’t want that,” he shook his head, taking a deep breath as he brought the frame down and struck Louis on the brow. “We don’t want that,” he repeated, sending another blow to the helpless man’s face. “She loves me,” another blow. “She loves me,” and another.

After the barrage of blows was finished, Arthur dropped the frame to the side of the bloodied, but still breathing, man’s body. Louis could barely see out of his eyes now but he was still able to feel Arthur’s body kneeling on top of his, so he knew he still had to try and defend himself. “Please,” he gasped, finding it hard to breathe and speak with blood filling his mouth.

Well, was I supposed to wait for you sweetheart? And hide away the shame, yes I keep it all inside, though the thought had crossed my mind, to do all the things I’ll regret, we don’t want that,

“I’m not waiting for her to finish up with you and come back to me...” Arthur trailed off, reaching into his suit jacket to pull out the revolver from its holster, “I’m ending this right now,” he pulled back the hammer and pressed the barrel of the gun to the wounded man’s head, making his helpless cries become louder. He was pleading for his life more than before because he realized that it could be taken from him in a second.

We don’t want that, we don’t want that, we don’t want that, no no,

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t go on without you, I can’t go on without you, oh, lord, go on without you, I can’t go on without you, babe, yeah,

Arthur took several deep breaths as he gritted his teeth, pushing the barrel harder against the man’s temple with each one that he took. His finger was itching to pull the trigger, but at the same time he couldn’t. He didn’t know why he was hesitating and it was making him even more angry. He’d killed men for lesser reasons before, so why wasn’t he able to do it now? Now...when the reason was because this man had taken the only precious thing from him.

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, my love don’t love me,

“Please,” the man gasped again, bringing Arthur out of the inner turmoil that he was experiencing.

He gritted his teeth once more and pushed the barrel against Louis’ bloody temple again. “She loves me,” he said, his voice low as he stared down at the man like he was prey. He pushed the barrel against his skin one more time before pulling it away and setting the hammer back in its resting position.

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t shoot the man because of his fear that regret would catch up with him. Because if (Y/N) knew that he killed this man in cold blood, she wouldn’t be happy with him. And Arthur didn’t want that.

So he holstered his revolver once more and pushed himself up off of the floor, leaving Louis lying helpless as he made his way out of the apartment.

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(Y/N) had tears stinging her eyes as she rushed her way down the street that, after tonight, she hoped she’d never set foot on again. She wanted to let the tears fall, but her anger kept them pent up. She was more angry than anything at the moment.

She began incessantly knocking on the front door in hopes that the person she needed to talk to would open up. She knew that he’d be home at this time. He was always home in the middle of the day; doing nothing but drinking and getting high.

After a few seconds, the door opened to show a confused Arthur Shelby. “You fucking imbecile!” (Y/N) exclaimed, smacking him on the chest multiple times before Arthur was able to grab her hands and stop her.

“Woah, woah, what’s going on here, love?” he asked, confused by the rather violent greeting.

“Don’t act like you don’t know why I’m here, and do not call me ‘love’! You don’t get to call me that after what you’ve done!” she exclaimed, pushing past him to enter the house so that she wasn’t airing out her dirty laundry right on the street. “I can’t believe you did that, Arthur! I can’t believe you beat the man that I’m seeing within an inch of his life! And for what?! For your own gain? Because you’re jealous? Because you think you own me? How fucking sick and twisted is that of you to do?!” she continued on with her tirade, getting all of the pent up anger off of her chest.

Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in her heated words. “I love you, (Y/N),” was the first thing he said, and it just about made her jaw drop. She let him continue though, “I love you and I told you that I couldn’t go on without you. This man, he...he fucking took you from me and I couldn’t stand that. I wanted to kill him, I fucking did, but I thought of you and I couldn’t do it.”

“Oh how very sweet of you to think of me before killing him,” (Y/N) shot back, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Are you in your right mind, Arthur?! This innocent man’s life has been changed forever because you couldn’t control yourself, and you think that I’m going to be happy that you spared him because you were afraid of how I was going to perceive you?” she looked at him with wide eyes, a look of disgust on her face, “Arthur, I never want to ever see you again, for the rest of my life.”

“I can’t go on without you, (Y/N),” he said, his voice broken and bare now. All of the hope that he’d gained from his meeting with Louis till now had been stripped away and broken into a million pieces.

“You’re gonna have to, because I can’t bear to even be in the same room as you now,” she told him, her voice cold as she sent him one last deadly look before she turned and left the house.

Arthur stood in the doorway and watched her walk down the street, completely in shock from what had just happened.

Oh, so what is left but a broken man? ‘Cause nothing hurts like a woman can,

He recognized that he’d fucked up. What he originally thought would bring (Y/N) back to him made her want nothing to do with him. Now he felt even more terrible than he did when she told him that she wanted to break things off. Because now she looked extremely hurt...even more hurt than before. And the last thing that he wanted was to see (Y/N) hurting; or to be the person that had caused the hurting. But that was exactly what he had done. There was nothing that could be done now to fix it. He’d have to live his life without her.

I can’t go on without you, can’t go on without you, I can’t go on without you, oh, without you Lord, without you, without you, babe, without you, oh no...

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