#IT’S THE SAD 😭 IT’S THE ANGST TERRITORY

[dalkyeom]

Had the chance to grab some albums while I was shopping some gifts for my friends and the wrecker pull is strong as usual.

I’m slowly integrating back into society! It was a really long week but had my svt playlist to keep me company. Will be posting art in a bit again!

[fisheito]

Lol angst ? about nukani , my super unserious gayporngacha game? Can't be that bad

(10k words later into a fic) Ooohh.ohhh it was a mistake. I should not have read this hahahahahahahgyrk *choking sounds*

[zynchi]

more fluff ideas here🫣and maybe even a bit sad

reader found a Photo album for leona when he was a kid, leona didn't notice because he was playing with his phone, the reader saw leona's pictures when he was a kid and noticed how leona always looks quiet and not smiling in the photos, how everyone else in his family is taking a photo together while leona just stands at the side and looks sad, reader won't notice leona standing behind them and i don't have a clear idea here but leona will be obviously sad and annoyed to see the album and reader will try to reassure him, leona here will go like "hold on, they actually noticed my sadness" and get soft at it, and reader ended up teasing leona about how he got chubby cheeks and looks like a princess

(i should stop explaining the whole scenario one ask and give you space to imagine more things but i can't ibysrhnkfs😭don't feel limited by what i wrote if you have a better idea write it)

a sad prince

content: angst to comfort

pairings: leona kingscholar x reader

summary: behind every tough and strong exterior, lies a softer, more vulnerable interior, and you get to see leona's. (600+ words)

author's note: omg, i know i've been veeeery late (school has been hectic, Ｔ▽Ｔ) but yeah, at least I enjoyed writing this one hihi ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

you were doing what you did best—snooping around leona's territory in the savanaclaw dorm when you stumbled upon something intriguing. hidden under a pile of random books and old spell notes, you found a dusty, old photo album. it was unlike anything you'd seen in leona's usual mess, and curiosity got the better of you.

you settled on the couch, flipping it open with a small giggle, expecting to see more of leona's smug, lazy expressions or maybe some embarrassing baby pictures. but what you found instead made you pause. the photos revealed a younger leona, much smaller but already carrying the same serious expression. he stood alone in most of the pictures, distant from the rest of his family, who were captured laughing and smiling together. there was a certain sadness in his eyes, a loneliness that you had never seen before.

leona, completely absorbed in whatever game he was playing on his phone, didn’t notice at first. you couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for the boy in the pictures. gently, you brushed your fingers over a photo where leona, with his chubby cheeks, stood in the background while his older brother was front and center, grinning widely with their parents.

leona eventually looked up from his phone, realizing the silence had stretched longer than usual when you were around. his eyes narrowed as he noticed the album in your hands. “oi, what are you doing with that?” he growled, striding over, clearly annoyed.

startled, you quickly shut the album but not before leona caught a glimpse of the photo you’d been looking at. his expression shifted from irritation to something more guarded. he snatched the album from your hands, holding it tightly, but didn’t say anything further. you stood up, not the least bit intimidated by his usual gruff demeanor.

“leona…” you began, your voice uncharacteristically soft. “you looked really lonely in those pictures.”

leona didn’t respond immediately. he didn’t meet your gaze, focusing instead on the old photo album in his hands. the silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of things unsaid.

“did they… did they not notice?” you asked hesitantly.

leona finally looked at you, his emerald eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. “they noticed,” he muttered, though it was unclear if he believed it himself.

you weren’t sure what to say. you had always seen leona as confident, arrogant even, but never vulnerable. this side of him was new, and it tugged at something in your heart. but being who you were, you couldn’t resist adding a little humor to lighten the mood.

“you know,” you said, a teasing grin slowly spreading across your face, “you were pretty adorable with those chubby cheeks. you looked like a little princess.”

leona’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing in irritation. “a princess? you’ve got some nerve—”

you giggled, the atmosphere around you lightening with your laughter. “it’s true! and look at that, your chubby cheeks were just begging to be pinched!”

leona grumbled something under his breath, though you couldn’t make out what it was. but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a bit. he sat down on the couch, still holding the album, and you took a seat beside him.

“i’m serious, though,” you said after a moment, your voice softening again. “you’re not alone, leona. i know i bug you all the time, but i… i care about you.”

leona didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes softened. you didn’t push any further, simply resting your head on his shoulder, content to just be there with him. leona sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he gently nudged you away.

“annoying herbivore,” he muttered.

you just grinned, knowing that despite his words, he appreciated your company more than he’d ever admit.

[azulsluver]

Hi!!! So I noticed that your requests are open, and I'd like to make a request, if you don't mind of course. But first of all, I just wanted to say that I really, REALLY love your writing, especially the hauntedhouseau!twst and bullyau!twst. I THRIVE from the feelings of hurt, angst and despair. Like, call me emotional or sensitive, but one time I literally cried for the reader (and grim, 'cause the grim ask also made me shed a few tears), because I can't help but feel sorry for them for being so helpless in their situation, but at the same time I liked the feeling of sadness and hurt in my chest(???). It really left a good impression on me, so much that your writing would randomly pop up in my head for weeks, for no reason at all.

Sorry, I rambled a bit back there didn't I? I was planning on writing more about the reasons why I fell in love with your writing, but I don't want to make this ask longer than it was supposed to be. I wanted to ask you multiple requests too, but I also don't want to burden you by asking too much, so I'm just gonna ask one that's been on my mind the most. Could I please ask for more about Bullyau!Ruggie? His relationship with the reader in the AU have caught my eye the most. That's all, thank you for all of your efforts in writing fics for us! We greatly appreciate it!

This is so cute no words can express how happy this made me 😭

I try my best to please both, also this was more of me giving a story than headcanons.

Back to your request-

tw. yandere, bullying, dubcon kissing/touching, mentions of suicide and starvation, graphic violence, being sold off at one point.

cw. bathing scene but gentiles are not described.

He gave you a sandwich.

Mayo and egg mashed up with a single crisp of a lettuce. It dangles in front of you, staring at it with a gulp. Ruggie's head turns to give you a look, noticing how you hadn't reached for the damn thing. His face frowns, making you flinch that you had upset him in some way. He sighs, propping himself down next to you.

Your body screams in pain, blitz of cuts run down your legs and nose. Barely managing to avoid Floyd. Alarmed, his sudden movements has you backing slightly to the wall before he grabbed your hands and roughly placed the egg sandwich between them.

"I couldn't find you in your dorm, Leona told me to feed you something since you've been going on a hunger strike."

Ruggie sounded disappointed. And that made you hallow at some point. Because he's taken the role of caring for you, unwanted yet needed. You'd hate to admit it, but seeing Ruggie makes you a little bit happier.

The mention of starvation has you eyeing the cold sandwich, you weren't allowed to eat. You're not sure if you told yourself that or someone else did, it felt wrong but his glare has you shakily bringing it close to your mouth.

You have started to doze off, eating mindlessly as he dabs your face with a wet cloth to clean the blood oozing from your nose. Hearing him whisper to himself whilst wiping the egg crumbs on your lips. Finishing, you shyly glance up at him, having the urge to tell him you feel like throwing it up. But you don't want to get slapped across the head for such a childish threat, swallowing whenever your throat tightens. Instead, like you were taught, you watch him disinfect your wounds and lastly bandage them.

He gets up, patting his pants down. You bring your knees closer to your chest as he stretches with a bored yawn, telling you to go and hide near Savanaclaw territory as Leona is in a good mood.

He won't hurt you as bad as he did.

You know it was a lie. Yet you nod, lips turning into a frown as he leaves you.

-

You laid on your back and gazed upon the stars.

Petting Grim who failed to stay up to protect you as he claimed; laying next to your side. Ruggie not too far. With his hands supporting his head and mimicking you. For some reason it's never pitch black at night as it was in your world, there are swirls of purple and blue with stars shining twice as bright.

Breathing softly as the cool air envelops your skin, eyes closed tightly as you lay a hand over your bruised neck. There’s still an adrenaline rush pumping in your lungs, Ruggie’s presence not helping the situation.

“Do you think of killing yourself one day, [Name]?”

Normally, the question would have you stuttering an answer. Yet there wasn’t a reason to lie.

“Sometimes.”

Hoarse. Slowly opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look at him. He’s thinking the same, propping himself on his side with his hand supporting his cheek this time.

“Yea? What’s stopping you?”

Your nails dig into your palm and a sudden rush of tears swell. Was it the thought of leaving Grim on his own? Or perhaps the fear of where your soul may go and be stuck for eternity with the ghosts? Whatever the cause, you certainly don’t wish to die. And that makes you hysterical.

“I don’t know.”

Covering your face out of embarrassment, too many times have they made you purposefully cry: however it brings you red to even show such vulnerability.

Ruggie blinks at you before sighing deeply to himself. He brings his face closer to yours to lick at your tears, murmuring how you’ve already cried so much today. It’ll make you dehydrated if you keep it up. It’s comforting in a way, like a mother licking her kitten clean with his rough textured tongue.

His body moves on its own with hovering over you, watching you idly as you suck in a breath to control your whimpers and sniffles. He looks angry. Not at you. It can’t be you, you haven’t done anything. If it wasn’t you, then you can fear what the real problem was, that he was conflicted of himself. But the thought wasn’t strong enough for him to detain.

To engulf you by surprise and steal a kiss. More than once, twice, until you give in.

-

Only four people have seen you bare and soaked in water.

Trey being the first, scrubbing off the dirt and grimes on your skin after Ace and Deuce took you out.

Azul leaving you in his large tub to hide you away from the twins, remembering the annoyed expression he wore as he patted you down with a towel.

Lilia having the honors of a small lecture as he heals you from the cuts given by Sebek, the water was always cold.

And Ruggie, stars, you’d suffocate yourself in this very tub to let him care for you. The memories of being held down as money was thrown at him. How you groveled and beg for him to not let them take you. You shouldn’t expect so much from him, your attachment looking dull as he picks up the fallen goods without looking your way.

All means well. When you’re crawling back to him, scared and in need of help. You still find yourself in a humiliating situation, one you barely plan on changing.

It felt good at least. Drawn a hot bath, almost boiling your skin. His nails are insanely sharp as they dance over the open wounds near your chest. With half lidded eyes, you ponder to yourself as he stitched up the wound with a needle and thread.

His hands were similar to theirs, roughing you by the hair and clumsily carving into your flesh. Comparing it to Ruggie’s was an understatement, he hadn’t touched you like them. Sure he was tough on you and maybe left a mark once in a while.

But his touch was something you’d rather have than what they gave you. So you relax even when the pain eats at your nerve system. Shaking limbs rippling the water.

Comfort is a false statement. But you can always dream.

[kittarts]

I just arrived in this page and im in love with your artstyle and Kiri x rotxo stuff 😭😭❣ (perhaps i could ask about any headcanons that you may have about them or show more content about them?? IM OBSESSED❣)

Thankyou so much! Welcome to my page!! 

And oh my god happily,, 

I just love the idea of Rotxo being immediately head over heels for her, he’s so determined to court her he tries everything in his book to prove himself a worthy partner! Cue heaps of Metkayina courting attempts. 

But poor Kiri has so much obviously on her mind she’s either completely unaware or doesn’t know how to react — maybe we can throw in some angst and say her uncertainty is her insecurity about whether she’s proper Na’vi or not! Maybe she doesn’t think she’ll be able to provide what he wants in a relationship with her, because she knows she’s not ‘normal’ and can do things others can’t 👀 

So she thinks Rotxo has this fantasy of them growing old, all lovey dovey on the reef when she’s already lost hope of ever having a relaxing life after Quaritch came back into the picture. So Rotxo pursuing her makes her sad because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to provide that safe normalcy for him 😭

In reality Rotxo doesn’t want a normal life, he just wants Kiri 🥺

I like to think Metkayina courting is him spending extra time with Tuk, subtly showing her he can take care of her family. Or maybe hunting rare fish to cook for her after she goes through another seizure? Bringing her meals to show he can provide food. Maybe if she eats the food he thinks it’s a sign she’s interested too when in reality she was just hungry and doesn’t understand Metkayina courting rituals nskjsj 

Rotxo totally lives in an all female family I feel this to my core, so he cooks her meals based on what the women in his family enjoy best.

Apparently Tonowari likes Rotxo around Aonung because he’s a good influence bahah, I take that as meaning Rotxo doesn’t seek out conflict. So it’d be interesting if he starts acting out more when Kiri comes into the picture, which is very unlike him, so the whole tribe notices quick.

Imagine Rotxo asking for Neytiri’s approval, only to find out Kiri’s birth mother is actually in a tank in the Omatikaya forest, and so he goes out of his way to meet Grace and speak to her regardless of him being out of his element and in dangerous territory. It’s tradition, so he takes it very seriously. 

I just love the idea that Kiri is just this special spirit whisperer that attracts all these gentle creatures and Rotxo is one of them 😭

Oh also, David and Nani clip because it’s Kiri, Tuk and Rotxo vibes!

[reallyromealone]

i want to request a part 2 to the bonten cheating on reader for a 2nd time where the reader leaves them. it can either be angst or not. whatever you choose i just want to see any ending because it was really good 😭. just to refresh your memory of which one i’m talking about the ending says “if you actually mean it were al going to therapy” or something along those lines. Thank you

Fun fact, I couldn't find this fic for like five minutes till I went to my notes where I write and realized it was an event lmao

(name) sat on a chair as his alphas sat on the couches away from him, the therapist calm and collected as they stared at the large pack "we can start whenever you're ready"

"They lied and cheated and betrayed my trust" (name) said bluntly, arms crossed and not even looking at his mates "they broke the basic rule of our relationship not once but twice"

"I gave them an ultimatum, come here to therapy so we can figure out why they can't keep their dicks where they belong or I leave" (name) said seething, his ring finger bare and scent patches on his neck.

"I see, well thank you for sharing (name), I understand how this can be difficult for you" the therapist said calmly and turned to the alphas "and how are you all feeling about the situation" they asked calmly and Bonten was silent, not wanting to talk to the therapist but when (name) gave them a look to say 'fucking try me' Kakucho was the first to open up "It feels like shit"

"Could you elaborate?"

"We know we did something fucking awful, not once but twice" he said softly "we didn't deserve the first forgiveness and we definitely don't deserve this, I am honestly surprised (name) didn't go full no contact with us...he's not even staying with us anymore"

"I see, do any of you wish to share anything you feel? Remember this is a judgment free space and confidential"

Besides Kakucho, the rest of Bonten were pretty tight lipped about their feelings and after five minutes of silence (name) sighed annoyed "well this was fun, maybe next session you guys can learn the gravity of this"

Last night (name) learned something... Terrifying.

He was pregnant.

Somewhere between the first apology and the second affair (name) got pregnant and he desperately wanted his kid to know their dads but he didn't want them to betray the pup like they did (name).

He wouldn't allow it.

Bonten felt like shit but it wasn't easy for them to open up in any capacity, their entire jobs revolved around secrets!

But (name) wasn't a job.

He was their mate.

And he deserved better.

Chifuyu was gentle with his brother, the beta wanted nothing more than to beat their asses for what they did.

But sadly this was his brother's battle.

He was on (name)s side of just leaving them but they both knew it wouldn't be that easy, they were territorial and possessive alphas after all.

But that didn't stop him, kazutora and Baji from putting together a crib and such, the three having two spare rooms as they shared one.

The two were surprisingly excited at the concept of (name) staying with them even if for sad circumstances.

"I feel like I don't deserve him" Koko said simply, hands in his lap as he continued "seriously, were awful people and he puts up with our bullshit and does shit we don't deserve without any complaints! I don't know what god we sucked off in a past life to get this lucky"

The other men made sounds of agreement as (name) sat in silence, letting them continue "he's dealt with us at our ugliest and still gave us a chance, hell he sacrificed everything for us"

"And we took it for granted" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire session.

"My family would be ashamed of me" the tired blond said simply.

(Name) was pleased they were talking about this, actually making an effort.

The next few sessions were separate, each person getting to talk about stuff one on one to the therapist and actually learning to work through things.

"I have something to tell you guys" (name) said softly, sitting the men down after a therapy session and they could see the nervousness on (name) "i-im pregnant" (name) said practically shaking as the men sat in silence.

"When did you find out?"

"A week after you guys cheated the second time" (name) said staring at his hands and Bonten felt their heart break, they really didn't fucking deserve him and they knew he was probably debating on even telling them.

They should have been angry but the therapy made them understand that (name) didn't trust them at all anymore.

It also helped them understand their feelings and that there's serious shit they need to work on.

"If... If you guys improve by the ninth month... I will consider moving back here"

(Name) would be a dirty liar if he said he didn't miss the touch of his mates, cuddles and sleepy hugs.

But he wasn't a fool and he wasn't going to forgive them like that.

But he wanted what's best for his pup.

"We promise--we will do our best to be good enough for you"

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART ELEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: You try to figure out your feelings for Jack and realize it's not a smart move to do so while drunk and flirting with him, when he thinks things are improving, he gets a harsh evidence things aren't just as easy as he thought

(this is the eleventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, more fluff because Wyatt is the sweetest kid in the world, bitchy mother-in-law, angst, sad!jack, mom!reader

A/N: Hi besties, I know it's been a while since we've seen our cowboy, and well, I hope you enjoy it!!! I know I did because I can't resist this mf, he's just perfect even if he's a broken sad cowboy 😭🤠

4k words

Jack's heart was beating probably too fast in his chest, it hammered against his rib cage but he didn't care. He was feeling like a million bucks, as he was finally getting some crumbles of your love. Nothing more than crumbles, but it was already enough for him, better than suffering with your despise and indifference. In a short span of minutes you two had almost kissed - if it weren't for his former mother-in-law, and you had also referred to Wyatt as your son. Your as in him and yours, and that couldn't make him happier at that moment, it might have seemed something small, but it made the difference in that cowboy's old broken heart, it was like the walls you built were falling down and that he could approach you, even if it wasn't in a romantic way, he still felt satisfied to be around you as friends, at least he could talk to you without having to break the ice all the time, he touch you - small hugs, occasional hand holding - and though he yearned for more, it was the best he would get after everything he'd done, so it was good, he'd rather torture himself by having his family close without actually being able to claim them as his, than suffer completely alone like he'd done for the past years.

He smiled at you, seeing how your cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol and patted his pocket finally finding the car keys and handing them to you 

"Go ahead sugar, you're less drunk than I am, you should be driving" he winked at you and chuckled as you widened your eyes the moment you grabbed the Bronco keys. Ever since you first started dating Jack, you dreamed of driving his Bronco, but as the cocky asshole he often was, he never let you - or anyone else really - drive his car. There were some things Jack was just so territorial and wouldn't let anyone to lie their hands on, and well, you were also one of those things once. Jack was possessive of you, he liked showing people you were his and just his, the way he would hold you, kiss you and make everyone else see who you belonged to. 

And in your drunken state as you two exited the bar, you kinda wished Jack would do it again. Just a few minutes ago you were about to kiss each other and now he watched you, and you watched him back, staring into his eyes, getting lost in them, and taking a real look at your Jack…. He was so handsome, his beautiful side profile was enough to make you weak at the knees, his sharp jawline always so smooth as he kept his beard shaved and his mustache trimmed. Any other man would look stupid with Jack's looks, but your cowboy… he was something else. 

"What?" He asked you, grinning with that devilish smile as you wouldn't stop staring 

"I-" you began to talk but you had a better idea - well, not really a better idea, rather a drunk idea - and took the hat off his head, chuckling at how cute his messy hair looked and put it on your head. 

Jack was shocked for a split second. Were you flirting with him? 

"Did you forget about the cowboy hat rule, sugar?" He raised his eyebrow at you and before you could answer, you tripped and nearly fell, but Jack immediately wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. Maybe you weren't less drunk than he was after all, so it was safer if you two just got a cab to your mom's.

Leaving the bar and waiting for a cab on the sidewalk wasn't the greatest idea either, the wind was howling and you were shivering, and both you and Jack knew that if it weren't for Wyatt, the wisest option would be getting a fancy hotel room and spending the night. 

If you hadn't drunk as much as you did that night, you would be probably censoring yourself for having those shameless thoughts about him, giggling at the shit he said, pretending you didn't notice you were still clinging to him even after you got your balance back, after all, you were wearing his hat, for crying out loud! He was the same man who didn't accept your pregnancy, that kicked you out of your home and abandoned you to raise your baby alone, and once he came back, he just brought chaos back into your life, for several times he'd hurt you, told you cruel things and even threatened to take your son away from you. It was so wrong to behave like that, and a part of your brain kept repeating that over and over, while the other part seemed to only listen to your heart, taking you back to your sweetest and hottest memories you had shared at that same bar and in those hotel rooms.It would be easier if you could just blame it on the booze, as if having a few too many changed everything about your personality and made you forget about all the pain Jack caused you. But at the same time, it felt like you were in the presence of your Jack, the cowboy you loved, the one that was so sweet, flirty and gentle with you. The man that was a little cocky at first but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world, the one who would ravish you in bed and make your legs shake but would also hold you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. You two had an awkward encounter at first, you went on a date with your new boyfriend and Jack was waiting for his own date, you'd been so jealous of him and if you wondered if he'd been jealous of you, now you were sure of it, and that made you feel pretty good about yourself. 

Perhaps it was the way Jack was humiliated by the girl he was supposed to have a date with, the one that revealed herself to be another agent and nothing more, or maybe how he was so honest about the disaster he called his last mission and how things escalated from a fun, drunk conversation, into a confession of dark thoughts Jack didn't have the courage to share with anyone, not even his therapist. All that helped you to see your sweet old cowboy in those man's cold eyes, and when you stared into them, you realized they weren't cold anymore, they were warm and soft and that was when you were sure your Jack was back. 

ou were just so tired of restricting yourself all the time, you were also tired of people restricting you as well, always talking about how bad Jack Daniels was and how you shouldn't let him in. It was your mom, your friends, even Frankie had told you Jack was a dick, and though you knew they were all correct, you felt tired of being reminded of that the entire time, at least your own thoughts were private and in them you could allow yourself to surrender completely to your cowboy, because God knew that if he tried to make any move on you, you'd let him. 

Instead, you felt when his suit jacket was placed over your shoulders and he smiled down at you "don't want you to freeze, sugar" he winked as now you were wearing his jacket, his hat and you kept your arm wrapped tight around his waist, and you felt lucky that despite everything, Jack was still a gentleman, because any other guy would have interpreted all those signs wrong - actually correct, because you did want it - but he knew you'd had too much alcohol for that, even if he knew that once you sobered up he would've missed his chance of having you again. 

He opened the door so you would get in the cab and immediately joined you, giving your mother's address to the driver. You smiled and decided you wouldn't fight your urges, not that night, feeling safe knowing Jack would respect your boundaries and you wouldn't do anything that would hurt your boyfriend - that's what you told yourself at least - and as soon as Jack sat next to you, you wrapped your arm around him and rested against his chest. You were aware of how ridiculous you probably looked, a cowboy hat, a jacket that was way too big for you, and snuggling the man you swore you hated just a day before. Jack was caught by surprise, but smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around your body, stroking your back up and down. 

"Sugar, I was thinking about our little boy's birthday, and I would like to throw him a party on our ranch" he cleared his throat "well, my ranch, but it's gonna be yours too one day, you know, when I-" 

"Don't say that Jack" you asked him, looking into his eyes, "please… I have something to ask you" you bit your lips 

"Anything you want, sugar" 

"Don't kill yourself on another mission, Jack, please. You have our son, and our son needs his daddy too" 

Jack's heart melted at your lovely words, he'd longed to be accepted into the family just like that and now it was finally happening. 

"I won't, sugar… I got our family to take care of, even if you don't want me, you're still my responsibility and I'll make sure you're safe" his hand went for your face caressing your soft skin so gently, appreciating how it felt under his rough fingertips, you closed your eyes, leaning towards his touch and gently placing your lips on his chin, as you spread a trail of soft kisses all over his jawline before getting to his lips. Jack's breath got caught in his chest, his body overflowing with love as his hands squeezed you tighter against him, getting ready to deepen the kiss when the driver suddenly pulled up the car. 

"We're here" the man announced which quickly snapped the two of you out of the haze you were both deep into. 

You cleared your throat and blushed and Jack licked his lips, getting his wallet and paying for the ride. 

He helped out of the car and kept his hand on the small of your back, escorting you, like the southern gentleman he was. You two entered the building and took the elevator and suddenly you could see Jack tensing up. It was no secret your mom hated him, from the very beginning, even before things went to shit between the two of you. There was something she just couldn't stand about him, maybe the fact he was older, or that he'd been married before, or his manners - despite the fact Jack was a polite man, she still didn't think it was enough. She couldn't stand him and he reciprocated the feeling. During his first marriage, he could never understand all those mother-in-law jokes and why people often said they were as bad as they often did. His first wife's mom was a delight, a sweet woman who treated Jack like a son.

No wonder he kept in touch with her through all the years after his sweetheart passed away, until her lovely mother joined her beloved daughter in heaven; but it was your mom that made Jack learn why so many people talked about mother-in-laws in such a derogatory way. She hated Jack, she did from the start, and he had no other option than to accept and try his hardest to ignore her constant offenses and provocations. So now, he didn't even want to think of what your mom thought of him after Wyatt was born. 

As if you read Jack's thoughts, you touched his cheek, making him look at you 

"It's alright cowboy, if she starts acting out, we'll just leave, don't worry" you assured him and took a deep breath and got yourself back together as the doors opened and you walked to your mom's apartment. 

She'd left the door unlocked - something Whiskey strongly disapproved of for safety matters, of course, after all he was an agent and knew people should be way more careful than they were - and the two of you walked inside. Your mom had Wyatt on her lap, he sniffed as she tried wiping his tears, but his teary eyes were enough evidence she wasn't able to succeed.

"What happened baby?" You rushed to him, a sad expression immediately took your face as your heart tightened in your chest to see your little boy so upset. Wyatt jumped off his grandma's lap, widening eyes and a growing smile on his handsome little face

"Mama! Dada!" He squealed happily and ran towards you and Jack, who knelt just beside you and also opened his arms to welcome him. Wyatt ran to the two of you, feeling the warmth of the safety in being with both his parents, snuggling you both as best as his little arms could reach before looking at you with amusement and adoration at the sight of you with the hat on "cowboy hat mama! Like dada and mine!" He said happily and pointed at the stetson you'd stolen from Jack and grabbed it, placing it on your son's head seeing the happiness in his little eyes.

Jack chuckled and picked him up "well it ain't my favorite little cowboy?" He felt the way Wyatt's arms wrapped around his neck and his heart broke a little to think he could have that every day after coming back from work "were you nice to grandma?" Wyatt saw as his dada raised his eyebrow and immediately nodded, he had behaved well even if grandma's house wasn't fun. Whiskey smiled and tickled his tummy, earning the most lovely giggles from his little boy. 

Your mom shot you the dirtiest look the moment she caught Jack walking into the apartment, but you couldn't care less about it, so you turned your back to her and gave your son attention. 

"What happened to you, love? Grandma said you were upset?" You tilted your head curious to know what could've possibly bothered your son. 

Wyatt looked down and then at his grandma again, unsure if he should say anything at all or not. Jack gently wiped a single tear that ran down his son's beautiful face "it's okay Wyatt, sometimes cowboys get sad too, it ain't a shame to cry, but we can't make our mamas worried, cowboy mamas don't like to be worried about their little cowboys…" he tried reasoning his son, who let out a small giggle at his dad's fun words. 

"Bad dweam mama. Mama was gone and dada was gone" he explained "told gwandma but gwandma said I have no dada because dada no wove Wyatt" 

Jack closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying his best to keep his anger in check, as he shot daggers at his former mother-in-law. He couldn't believe that old bitch had the nerve to say that. Yes, Jack had been a shitty father for the first years of his son's life, but he was back in the picture and there wasn't anyone that old broken cowboy loved more than his son, and his son's mother.

He gently held his son's chin, finding fascinating the contrast between his big, calloused hands on his son's perfect, small face. Jack's thumb stroked his cheek 

"Your dada loves you very much Wyatt. More than anything in the world, and I know I wasn't around for you and mama and that made mama sad, but I'll always be with you two" he pecked his son's forehead and threw his small blanket over his back. Jack's arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer "let's get the two of you home" he informed, ignoring your mom who was speechless to see you so cozy next to him. Wyatt snuggled his dad's neck and closed his eyes, his heart was warm with love and reassurance. 

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As the three of you walked into your apartment, Wyatt was deeply asleep in his father's arms. You smiled to see how Wyatt still his jammies under the blanket and how quick he was able to calm down thanks to Jack. He followed your instructions to tuck Wyatt in and as soon as he came back, with his stetson in hands, you handed him a glass of water "I'm really sorry about my mom… I didn't know she would say something like that. She doesn't like you obviously, but we just always avoided talking about a father figure to Wyatt so we wouldn't break his little heart" Jack nodded in silence "I told her you were back in the picture and that you and I were working to be on good terms, you know, co-parent and be friends… She said it was a bad idea but didn't say anything else, I just didn't think she would be mean to the point of telling her own grandson this shit" you sniffed and Jack pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran up and down your back, resting his chin on your head 

"It's alright sugar, none of this is your fault. You've been perfect from day one. You've been perfect to me and you were the best girlfriend in the world and you would've been the best wife too, if I hadn't screwed things up… I was so scared, I know it doesn't justify and it never will, but I was scared of trying to build a family and losing it like the first time. I was so deep in my own fears that I hadn't realized I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. I'm really sorry I did this to you, because you had nothing but love to offer me, while I offered you the second place because I was too blind by my grief, but now I see, now that I'm going to therapy, that I'm trying to fix myself, I see that I was scared of letting go of her, of her memory, I was scared I was going to betray her. Until I finally saw that was madness, sugar, because she is gone, she's a beautiful memory and I'll always carry her and our son in a part of my heart, but they belong in the past. I see now you're the love of my life, you've always been, I was just too blind to see it, and I lost you, but I promise I won't grieve you, I'll be here, strong and alive for you and Wyatt, if there's ever a chance of a future with you, even if all I get is visiting on weekends I'll still take it. Nothing will ever change the monstrous thing I did to you, but I want you to know I regret it for the rest of my life" 

Your breath was shaking as you look up at him, you could feel the emotion in his voice, the truth in them and the tears in his eyes. 

"Stay tonight Jack, please… not to have sex, but I want you here" it was all you could offer him and it was already a big deal, the two of you knew it and he only nodded happily, his hand caressing your skin.

"I'll stay for as long as you want me sugar…"

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In the early morning, you woke up to find yourself alone in bed. Jack took his southern manners to the letter and after you fell asleep in his arms, he changed to the couch, so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. You sighed as your head pounded after drinking so hard the night before, sighing as you remembered everything that went on. The things you shouldn't have done, for example flirt with your ex the whole time, kiss him and wearing his hat and especially ask him to stay the night, because now you'd have to deal with the fact the man was humming happily in your kitchen making you breakfast as a loving husband would. 

You got out of bed and groaned in pain once more, cursing under your breath as you spotted a glass of water and an aspirin. Fuck, Jack was making it very hard for you to hate him. 

The man, on the other hand, was pouring his heart into the meal he was preparing. There were two things little Jack Daniela learned from his mama: breakfast was the most important meal of the day and that the best ingredient one could add is love.

The moment he saw you walking inside the kitchen, his face lit up, glad to know Wyatt was still deeply asleep, so he would have some time alone with you. He placed the frying pan down, flipping the last pancake and walked to you. 

"Morning, sugar" he said in a happy voice as he got closer and leaned in to kiss your lips, but you immediately turned your face away, avoiding his kiss as you looked down. 

"Listen Jack, we need to talk… I'm sorry about last night, I know I led you the wrong way, I flirted and kissed but it was wrong and it shouldn't have happened" you said without much conviction in your voice, as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him, so you cleared your throat and continued "we can't be together, I know you're trying, Jack, you're becoming a better man, but I have a boyfriend now and you will always be the man who abandoned me and our son" you sighed sadly "I was just giving into my desires…"

Jack immediately gripped your hips, pulling you closer, a desperate look on his face, he was hurt and you could see it in his eyes 

"Desire, that's the right word, sugar. You desire me, you want me, why do you still deny it? We love each other" he said, stroking your cheek, swallowing hard and giving you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen. "We can be a happy family… you, me, our son and if you want to we can even try for a little girl, I promise I'll be around, I want to be a husband to you and a father to our son…"

"You're out of your mind, Jack, I would never be with you again, I would never be crazy to let you get me pregnant again! You made me go away! You told me to get rid of my son! I've fallen for you once, but I won't anymore. Yes, I had desire for you, because you are the kind of guy that's good for a drunk fuck and nothing else, Jack. I had to learn the hard way guys like you are meant to be fucked and guys like Frankie are meant to be married"

Jack immediately let go of your body, looking down in shame and sniffed, nodding and turning his back to you. Jack's pride was hurt, and his heart was shattered. He knew you would take your distance once you sobered up, but he didn't think you would regress so much. You were back at fighting and accusing each other, and he was tired of that. 

"Mama! Dada!" Wyatt squealed happily as he watched his mommy and daddy in the kitchen, his small tummy growling with hunger at the delicious smell. 

"Dada, you made pancakes for me? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed adorably and jumped into Jack's arms, who held his son tight against his chest, snuggling him, and pecked his son's cheek gently, you knew Jack was a fearless man when he was on his missions, but now, he avoided staring at you, so you wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill out of his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. 

You didn't even know why you'd said that, but you needed to make sure Jack would keep his hands to himself, you didn't want to be a fool for the second time and he had no right to try and seduce you with a baby talk. Jack wasn't meant to be a father and you'd been nice enough to let him be around Wyatt. On the other hand, you had never thought of marrying Frankie, that made no sense, all you knew was that you wanted to hurt Jack and it seemed like you achieved your goal.

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A/N: How dare reader say those things to Jack??? Why can't they be together already 😭😭😭😭

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First Valentine

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

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Word count: 1395 (ish)

So...I kind of felt bad for my last story being extremely sad. This is mostly fluff there's like one second of angst but i promise it's a happy story😭

ps: i wrote this way too fast pls lmk any mistakes

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You met Donna by deciding to pick flowers for your catalog and consequently getting lost. The dollmaker noticed your good intentions so made a flower path back into the village. She thought that would be the end of it, but you kept coming back, going further each day, knowing a path would eventually show so you could find your way home.

It was a fun game for you, however things were different for Donna. She was beyond stressed not only over why you kept coming back but also how dangerous the path was, especially if you left only at night.

One day, you wandered too far, completely ignoring the flower path. You reached her house near nightfall, leaving your catalog by her doorstep and sprinting back home to not arrive too late.

Safe to say Donna was worried you wouldn't show up the next day due to getting eaten by a lycan. She appreciated the catalog but did not understand why it was drawn since you took the flowers home everyday.

You did go the next day, this time with a cart because you simply could not carry a box the entire way to her house.

Angie was ready to scare you off once you arrived, but to the Lady of the house surprise, you didn't even flinch. Instead you spent the day talking to Angie about your catalog and showing the box full of vases with each flower you picked. You felt like you should give it back, since they belonged to Lady Beneviento.

Donna never went too far away from her Manor, afraid of running into someone even though it was her territory. But she opened an exception for you. The catalog was too much for her, she spiraled the entire day, and then you not only saved the flowers but was also so nice to Angie. She wanted, needed, you gone.

She stopped you a few steps into her dominion, shaking her head and pointing for the way back into the village.

You stared at her wide eyed, momentarily frozen. Once you regained your senses you nodded and went back home thinking that maybe it was just a bad day.

You went back the other day, and she sent you away, so you went back again and she sent you away again. It was like that for a whole month until she gave up and allowed you in. It took another month for her to stay in the same room as you.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your first date came as a surprise to both of you. Apparently Angie had enough of you dancing around each other and locked you in a closet with a cereal box and a note saying "kiss".

Donna was frozen on spot while you were blushing furiously.

After an hour of knocking and begging Angie to let you out, you decided to open the cereal and accept your fate.

You were quick to offer to the silent woman in the room who accepted and sat beside you.

Donna was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about her. She's impulsive sometimes."

You chuckled and nodded. "Once she almost cut off my finger because she said i was taking too long to cut a carrot."

The dollmaker laughed and gave you a mischievous smile. "It was too long, you were there for ten minutes."

You faked an expression of betrayal and gasped. "Even you?! In my defense, there was something wrong with the knife."

"There wasn't, I had just sharpened it."

You pouted in response. "If I could, I'd walk out of here in outrage."

She giggled and lightly pushed your shoulder. "I'll stop then."

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the note. "How would she know if we kissed?"

Before Donna could even answer, you heard Angie yelling from the other side of the door. "I'm all knowing!"

Donna slightly jumped. "I raised a psychopath."

You looked at her with a solemnly. "Yes. Yes, you did."

The dollmaker threw a handfull of cereal at you right after. "I'm sorry again, she hates it when I keep a secret."

You shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I like spending time with you."

Donna blushed furiously, picking on her sleeve to slow her heart beat. "I like spending time with you too."

You nodded in understanding. "And...what if I said I liked you?"

"I'd say I like you too."

You were both smiling at each other when Angie made herself known again. "Cute but I haven't seen a kiss yet!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not letting her play with knives for the next decades." You said, looking over at Donna who was strangely serious. "You okay?" You asked, holding her hand.

The dollmaker nodded and stared down at your joined hands. "Can I do something impulsive?"

"Knock yourself out."

And that was your first kiss. Well...on the cheek.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Now, a year later, you were rushing around the village trying to find the perfect Valentine gift for Donna. You were both new relationship wise, at first you thought of a handmade gift but one call to Alcina and you were convinced you had to buy something expensive. Hence you head first into a tree waiting for the Duke to be over with his daily sales so he could help you.

It was almost nightfall when you returned to the Manor defeated. You didn't want to disappoint Donna, you knew how much she was secretly hoping for a gift, that was her love language after all.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were standing in the kitchen one hour before sunrise, you had tried countless recipes going from full meals to simple desserts, none of them seemed worth showing to Donna, how could you give a badly cooked pasta to an italian, practically a death wish.

The dollmaker was worried, she noticed you arriving late from town and leaving the bed early in the night.

She couldn't help but second guess your entire relationship, Valentine’s day was coming and you were only together for a year, this would be the first. What if you realized you didn't like her anymore? What if you're bored of her routine?

Donna wanted to go after you or at least spy through her dolls, but she was too scared of a heartbreak. So she stayed in bed, silently crying.

You went back to bed after cleaning the kitchen, leaving no evidence of your probable criminal offense to her nation. You were confused by Donna still in bed but too tired to give much thought, choosing to bury your head in the pillow.

You were almost sleeping when you heard Donna speak.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

You quickly lifted your body and turned your head towards her hidden form. “What?”

The dollmaker pulled the covers more against her face. “It’s okay, just say it and leave…please.”

You had never felt more awake than now. Your mouth was left open, stuttering a few words before properly speaking. “Donna, I-no, I-I wouldn't leave. Do you want me to leave?”

You could see her shaking her head and pulling her body even closer to herself.

You sat down next to her and gently touched her shoulder. “Okay. Can you tell me what happened?”

Donna shrugged and tried to stop from sobbing. “You spent the whole day and night out, right before Valentine’s day. I just…I know that being with me isn’t exciting or fun.”

You took a deep breath, regretting not being honest with her. "I was with the Duke, trying to find a gift for you. It was pointless so I tried to cook all night and well…nothing was very edible. I’m sorry, I got too caught up in making this perfect that I didn't pay attention to you.” You said, pouting softly and resting your chin on her shoulder. “I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Donna slowly removed the cover, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry too.”

You gave her a comprehensive smile. “It’s okay. I still don't have a gift though.”

She chuckled. “We can make something together.”

You nodded. “That sounds perfect. Just not in the kitchen, I threw a lot of products there to hide the smell.”

She looked at you wide eyed trying to fight a smile. “What on earth did you do?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Trust me, you don't wanna know.”

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Chivalry is Dead

Kinktober Day 21 - Jake&Quaritch

Warnings: Voyeurism (Kinda), Fingering, Alien Genitals, P in V Sex, Nipple Play, Innocent!Reader, DubCon (Kinda) She Only Sleeps With Quaritch Cause She Thinks Jake Is Dead, Recom!Reader

A/N: This has a lot more plot than planned, and I blame @loaksxhoe for all the angst 😭 love you Boo 😘

As usual, thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for us 💖

Divider by @plutism

I don’t remember much after arriving on Pandora. I had woken up inside an Avatar body, being told that my human form had died and that they transferred my consciousness into this one. In the same attack, the savage natives had killed my husband, Jake Sully. Quaritch has been a massive help through it all. He had also lost his girlfriend and the mother of his child in the war; while he had been able to transfer over to the Avatar form, Socorro had not, and now his child had been kidnapped by the traitors who sided with the na’vi.

Since we had such similar wounds, we stuck together a lot. Quaritch has always been such a gentleman to me, helping me in any way that I need, even in ways that help me forget the hole in my chest from losing my husband. But he also asks me for favors; sometimes they seem harsh, but I know it is to help with the war, just like this particular favor.

“I know this is asking’ for a lot, Darlin’, and if I didn’t think this would work, then I would never ask you, but I need your help.” Quaritch is on his knees in front of where I’m sitting.

“I-I don’t know; you really think that having sex where the Na’vi leader can hear me will help? I’m not a combatant. How can I go out so close to them?” I ask concerned.

“Oh no, Darin’! You see my com here?” Gesturing to his neck, “The Na’vi leader stole one off Jake’s body; we’re also gonna place a camera in that corner. You won’t even leave the compound. I’d never risk you like that.” His urgent tone helped calm me.

Much calmer, I ask, “But why would having sex over the com and video help? I just don’t understand.” 

“It’s because the Na’vi are territorial. The leader will hear and see a Na’vi on the other side, making him irritable that he doesn’t have you underneath him. It will piss him off, and we’re gonna use that distraction to launch several small attacks.” He explained thoroughly.

I let the information stew in my head. Even though I am not comfortable with it, it will help bring down the bastard that killed my husband. I nod my head in agreement, “Okay, I’ll do it,”

Quaritch’s face formed into a soft smile, “Thank you, Darlin’, I’m sorry you have to do this. I’d ask some of the other recoms, but I’m not sure I’d be able to get it up for them,” He tells me with a wink.

I giggle at his comment, “Like you could ever be anything but amazing in bed,” I rebuke.

Quaritch laughs at my comment, “You’re something special, aren’t you, Mrs. Sully,” he places a kiss on my lips before turning to the door, “I need to organize the strike teams. I’ll be back with you soon, Darlin’.”

“Okay, be safe,” I reply, turning back to what I was previously doing.

If only I had turned around and paid attention. I would have seen a look more sinister in the mirror.

It has been 12 years since I lost my wife. Neytiri and I miss her greatly. We had married at 18; she was my rock through everything. And when we went to Pandora, she agreed without hesitation, knowing this was my chance to get my legs back. Then we met Neytiri, whom she affectionately called her Warrior Goddess, and soon the two became three. The three of us snuck away and mated together underneath the Tree of Voices. 

We loved the life we made, and we loved our children. (Y/N) fell in love with every child we had. She took in Spider, and she even named Lo’ak. Lo’ak was a Mama’s boy through and through. He’s sad, he wants Mama, happy, Mama, scared, Mama. Lo’ak was catastrophic when (Y/N) went missing. Twelve years ago, the RDA sent a small task force with the goal of kidnapping any humans they could get their hands on. (Y/N) was one of them. She was missing for three weeks before her body turned up. Dried blood stains fell from her eyes, nose, and mouth. The scientists said she died from a brain aneurysm. Most of the damage was done to the Hippocampus. Lo’ak was the one who found her body; he kept crying over her body, trying to shake her. Even after 12 years, he was never the same boy. When we went to lay her with Eywa, Mo’at had said her spirit was no longer there and that there was nothing to return to Eywa. 

Since I cannot visit her, I go to one of the old abandoned stations every year on the day of her death and watch the videos we made over the years, ranging from our high school years to Lo’ak’s first steps. I enter the station, the air seal long broken. I walk over to the nest I had made, torn blankets and pillows to give me some comfort for the day and flop into it. The small computer I use nearby, I boot it up, waiting to see the bitter-sweet memories. But instead of being treated by the photo of our family 12 years ago, I see an email. I hesitate to open it as it could be an attempt to hack, but my curiosity is too great. I opened the email only to gasp at the images I saw. Disgust flowed through me. The RDA started a project placing the memories of the dead into Avatar bodies. Fuck! Quaritch and his squad are alive again! They had been the first to copy their memories into an Avatar body. Another file caught my attention as I read more: Project Red Herring. I clicked on the file, and I dropped the computer. 

(Y/N).

(Y/N) is alive! They attempted to rip every memory out of her brain, killing her in the process, before placing it in her own Avatar. But they couldn’t get them all. She fought them on her final years, making sure none of them ever learned of our family. Dizziness washed over me. I placed a hand on my face, only for it to come back wet. I was crying, I wasn’t breathing. I force myself to inhale, the burning in my lungs easing, but the tightness didn’t go away. I look back at the screen, attempting to memorize every stripe that adorns her new body. She’s gorgeous.

I snap out of it, knowing that I need to talk to Neytiri and inform everyone of this information, but a new icon shows up, a video sent straight to me. It said, ‘Do you want to see her?’ and I knew I couldn’t wait. I open the video only to see an empty room made of metal, with a cot just barely big enough to hold a Na’vi.

“We’ll hello Corprol.” That’s fucking Quaritch!

“Based on what the techies told me, you just found out about your little wife. Well, she ain’t so little now.” The bastard chuckled.

Even though I know he can’t hear me, I can’t control the hiss that escapes me.

“I gotta say, when she doesn’t hate your guts, she’s the sweetest little thing. And when she hears you’re the one helping avenge her late husband, she’s more than eager.” His voice was smug.

Late Husband? I feel sick to my stomach. She thinks I’m dead, and she has no memories of Neytiri. Why would she go looking for us?

“All I had to do was tell her a sob story about how the natives killed you and kidnapped my son, and she fell right into the palm of my hand. Even got her to help with some of my more carnal urges,” he drawled on.

‘Fucking bastard!’ Grinding my teeth until they ache.

“Now, why don’t I show you how easy it is?” He trailed off.

The video on the screen moved shortly after, and the door opened, showing Quaritch and (Y/N). 

(Y/N) alive and moving, not simply a still picture, proof that she’s living and breathing. Quaritch opens the door, acting like a gentleman, “Right this way, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, Sir,” She responds softly. Her voice is so sweet even in her new body; it still sounds like her.

Quaritch closes the door before slipping his arms around her waist, “You still want this, Darlin’?” He asks like he gives a damn.

The smile she gives him is so sweet, “Yes, I’m sure,” and Quaritch seals their mouths in a kiss, his hand moving to grab her face, turning her more towards him. I can hear the sounds of their lips moving together through his com.

Quaritch moves his hand up and down, petting her waist, firmly groping her hips at every stroke. Slowly, he moves down, placing open-mouth kisses on her neck, the wet suckling loud over the com. His other hand slipped under her tank top, patting at her navel, creeping closer to her breast and under her shorts each time.

I suck my lip between my teeth, biting down.

“Take this off for me, Darlin’,” He demands, pulling in her top.

(Y/N) obeys, shimmying out of her top, revealing no bra underneath. Her breasts are perky in this body, similar to Neytiri’s. A breath hisses through my teeth because she’s gorgeous.

Human or na’vi, I can never stop thinking she’s perfect.

Quaritch grasped a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan escaped her lips, and it traveled straight to my groin. Quaritch switched between different tactics on her breasts, needing, pinching, pulling, and rolling, and her moans became even louder. Only the sight of Quaritch keeps my hands from wandering to my slit.

Quaritch looked into the camera and said, “You’re my pretty girl, aren’t ya? Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

(Y/N) blushed before stammering, “Y-yes, I’m your pretty girl.”

“Na, you didn’t use my name. Try again,” His grin widened further.

Her pretty blue skin darkened into a violet from her blush, “I’m Quaritch’s pretty girl,”

“Yes, you are, and you’re my good girl,” He said before reclaiming her lips.

His fingers never ceased their movements, pulling more gasps from her. Quaritch bit down on her neck. A red ring was on (Y/N)’s neck when he pulled away.

“I want you to take the rest of these clothes off and lay on your bed all pretty like. And Darlin’, give me a show.” Quaritch demands, stepping away from her. 

(Y/N) steps away a little further from him before bending over at the waist, pulling her cargo shorts down, wiggling her hips as she pulls them off. A gasp left my chest at the sight of her panties. As she turned back to Quaritch, I got the full view. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing the standard issue undergarments. Instead, she’s wearing a white lacey thong. The white lace slipped between her ass cheeks, the white peaking out and framing the insides of her ass. The white stood out starkly against her blue skin, and my mouth went dry.

“Is that for me, Darlin’? All that pretty lace just for me?” Quaritch wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pushing them together.

“Yeah,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft but loud with her voice next to the com, “I wanted to be pretty for you,”

Quaritch chuckled, “You’re always pretty for me, Doll,” He lets go after giving her a quick kiss.

(Y/N) bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass, as she slips the panties down, revealing the last bit of hidden skin to me. She turns to walk toward her bed, and I see her slit. It’s slightly open, but her slick is translucent, not a hint of the blue color it should be. It makes me feel smug knowing that while Quartich can make her feel good, he doesn’t have her heart because if he did, then the hormones caused by emotional attachment would make it blue. 

(Y/N) lays on her back, and her hands hold onto the metal bars of her cot. Giving me the perfect view of her body splayed, showing more of the stripes I want to map out with my tongue. 

“Look at you, Darlin’,” Quaritch trailed a finger from her calf to her thigh, “You’re already wet for me.” Sliding his finger along her slit. 

She wiggles her hips as a small moan escapes her lips.

“You can be louder than that, Doll. Come on, it’s just the two of us.” Quaritch goads her, forcing a finger into her slit.

The groan that came out of her was filled with pleasure and pain. Her slit wasn’t relaxed enough for entry. I furrow my brow at the thought. Is this how he always treats her? Does she think that this is as good as it gets in a Na’vi body?

“That’s a good girl, opening up for me so well,” Quaritch croons.

But she isn’t. If she were genuinely interested, then she would be much wider and more slick.

“Feels good,” She whines.

“Well, that’s good, 'cause I’m gonna give you more,” With that, he added another finger. 

Her moan was more shrill this time, the pain worse than the pleasure, no doubt. Her slit pushed out more of the translucent clear slick, trying to ease the way more. A wet, squelching noise is picked up by the coms, coming from her slit as Quaritch pumps two fingers into her slit. He starts to wiggle them around, shocking a moan out of (Y/N).

“Oh! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her moans were loud as he finally did something right. 

“Just like that, huh, Babygirl?” Turning his hand as he continues his onslaught of her slit. 

“Yes!” (Y/N) arches her back off the bed, chasing his fingers, not wanting them to leave.

“You’re almost there, Darlin’,” He comments as he adds a third finger. 

(Y/N) grinds her hips into his digits, trying to force them deeper, “More! Please, more!” She begs.

My slit is open at her cries, my dick peaking out, wanting to answer my mate's call.

“Alright Doll. I’m listening,” Quaritch removes his fingers and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to show his slit and free his dick.

He straddles her, lining his cock with her slit. I can see her inner tendrils peaking out, attempting to reach him. 

“Please, Sir, don’t tease me,” (Y/N) eyes were wide and trusting. 

“Don’t worry, Darlin’, I won't.” And he sinks in.

Her inner tendrils meet with his cocks spines, latching onto one another, fitting like a puzzle, before they connect at their slits.

Even though the shitty quality of the camera, I can see (Y/N)’s pupils dilate as they cover the golden of her iris. The moan that escapes her is sinful, and my cock is dropping out of my slit. My hand covers the exposed flesh, soon turning into me handling it, grasping my dick as I use my precum to ease my glide. 

“Ready for the rest Darlin’?” And with that, Qauritch begins thrusting.

The bastard is stupid enough to think that you’re supposed to thrust with these bodies. But (Y/N) isn’t entirely against it. She tried to keep them connected, following him with every thrust out, but she cried with pleasure.

“Yes!” She screams, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

Her scream made my spines flex, trying to find our mate to pleasure. I had to let go of my dick, stopping myself from cumming so soon. 

“So fucking tight, Doll, caressing my dick like that. Being such a good girl for me,” He grunts, trying to fight the natural urge to lock with her instead of thrusting. 

“Please, Sir, please!” She cries, reaching to pull him forward. 

“You know I got an idea, Doll,” He pants, struggling to get the words out.

Quaritch reaches behind himself, grabbing his queue, “This here is supposed to work like when we get stuck together. Maybe we can try it now? Make you feel so good,” He murmurs, grabbing ahold of (Y/N)’s queue. 

I panic at the slight, their queues beside each other, nearly making the bond.

“Na, maybe next time, though,” Quaritch releases their queues, looking into the camera, the smug bastard knowing what that would have meant. 

“Sir! Please! No more teasing!” (Y/N) begs, the stimulation becoming too much.

“Okay, Doll,” He forces their slits together, and they mend close by his spines and her tendrils.

They grind together, moaning and whining as everything goes into place.

‘“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You’re there! You’re in my cervix!” (Y/N) screams her release, her legs trembling from the pleasure. 

“Take it, Doll. Take all of my cum! Gonna fuck a baby into ya,” Quaritch hisses.

Hey, eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back, “Yes! Please, Jake! I want your baby!”

My climax hits me unexpectedly, hearing her demand my baby. I grasp at my dick as cum flows through the tip, covering the blankets I’m sitting on in my cum. As waves of pleasure wash through me, I grip my spines, trying not to allow them into the cool air as I cum. As I come down from my high, my chest is heaving, but I look at the monitor, and what I see scares me. If looks could kill, then Quaritch would have killed (Y/N) long ago, and that’s only if he doesn’t do it now. I hised at him as if he could hear me through the computer. 

Quaritch looks up at the camera, tracing a finger around her queue, neck, and heart before gesturing for his knife, “It won’t be long now,” Before rutting into her again. Quaritch returns to his pleasure, and I know what I need to do. 

Without even cleaning myself, I leave the station, rushing to Neytiri. We have a mate to save.

[shares-a-vest]

can i ask where you get your inspo for your joanie munson series? i want to write more fics for emma but i dont really have, to put it lightly, good childhood memories or experiences so im not really sure how to make them realistic or "cute"

Hi CJ! Thank you so much for the ask and for supporting my little Joanie Munson AU. I LOVE seeing you pop up in my notifications when I write about her 💖 Tbh, I’m a little like squeeee someone is asking about my writing, right now!

Okay, before I delve into some rambling about my Joanie Munson AU, I just want to give a shout-out to everyone for getting through childhood crappiness, whatever it may be. Sending you all (and you, CJ) the biggest hugs.

Sooooo I don’t actually draw inspo from real-life experiences. Nothing that happened with Joanie happened to me and a lot of this AU is driven by me wanting to give Steve and Eddie a loving little family that is all cute and silly and filled with love.

The only thing miiiight come from real life is the fact that most fics are set at Steddie’s apartment or someone’s home. As a kid, my family were pretty housebound because I was sick and even now my life circumstances have me living in a bit of a small bubble – it’s all good btw, but I’m just trying not to give details, so apologies if this part reads a little too vague!

With only a couple of exceptions, most of this AU has developed via community events/prompts.

Right now, I’m working my way through each of the Flufftober Spring Prompts. I try to treat this AU as I would any other prompts – just starting with a super basic idea, maybe even a line of dialogue that gets in my head and seeing where it goes.

For example, the ‘Daisies’ prompt. I knew I wanted Joanie to be making daisy chains with Claudia. Then I thought it could include Wayne, then I wrote from his perspective, then added this silly side Steddie moment. And I always keep in mind how I have this AU set up (even if a lot of those ideas are just sloshing around in my head for now).

Like, Joanie’s grandparent figures are Claudia and Wayne, so what’s her relationship/dynamic like with them? How does Joanie’s personality shape the ficlet too? How is she like Steve and/or Eddie personality-wise in this situation? What parts of her are just your average excitable kid?

I know that overall, I want to keep this AU fluffy and silly. It sometimes falls into angst territory when I start writing about Steve’s parents but I can never bear to leave my Blorbo sad for too long.

Tbh, some comments/tags on my Flufftober Spring writing have me thinking about the meta aspects of this AU in ways I hadn’t before. It’s not like I pre-planned writing a Steddie Dads AU btw, I just fell into it after one ficlet and started to build it out from there. And even things I find myself writing about then sort of become an ongoing thing – if that makes sense. Like Joanie owning a Furby and the silly saga of that has appeared three times now.

The comment on THIS ficlet perfectly sums up an underlying… theme??? I guess, in this AU (Steddie healing their inner child, which BRB SOBBING 😭). Another tag by @marvel-ous-m on this one beautifully described this AU as ‘slices of life’ which it very much is, and I enjoy sticking to that. I guess what I’m getting at with all this is using your own parameters and the interior world of your Emmaverse AU to your advantage.

Gosh I hope this reads okay and isn't too rambling!! I love your Emmaverse and can't wait to read more of it.

Feel free to reply, send more asks or DM (if you want, no pressure of course!) I hope this was helpful in some way 💖😊

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what is whump? i've came across this in the bnha fandom for the first time through a bunch of fics, yours included, and i searched about it means but i'm not sure if i get it. how would you define/describe it? it seems to be about heavy angst and to indicate that a main character is going to suffer like, a lot, and really, really bad. but is it always... related to some sort of abuse, or not? and, like, does it get into hurt/comfort territory or not necessarily, it can be just hurt hurt hurt with no catharsis, relief, whatsoever by the end?

hey !!!!! so. the way i personally view whump is kind of like a promise of trauma of some kind? physical or psychological torment! whereas angst could be like ;;;; 2 characters getting into a fight or maybe heavy angst — them breaking up and maybe character A getting into a car accident — whump would be like. 2 characters breaking up, character A feeling so depressed over it that they start to mentally decline, fall into depression, begin to drink and steadily spiral and self destruct? toss in some bad decisions with the wrong people and suddenly they get abused by a bad sex partner one night and character B finds them. so angst is like a softer version. it’s displeasure, a little bit of anxiety, unhappiness. whump is like torture. i like my whump to basically be torture porn as long as there is comfort. HOWEVER, whump does not require comfort to be whump. i can only read my whump with comfort but it doesn’t need it.

the reason you’re probably seeing a lot of fics involving abuse paired with the term “whump” is because abuse is pretty extreme it kind of goes beyond the description of “angst” — especially when it’s an explored plot point and goes beyond a mention of it in the fic. when i see “whump” im expecting the character being whumped to basically be tortured at least mentally. it doesn’t mean abuse and isn’t always paired with it! there’s often whump where izuku gets stabbed and it’s just us living through the horrible pain and physiological effects of that with him!

a few examples !!!!

- sexual trauma.

character A telling character B that they have sexual trauma and they’re worried it makes them like, ruined or something would be angst. character A and B having sex and character A having a bad panic attack as they flashback to their abuse during it, would be whump. the first depiction is sad because the mention of it, the second depiction torture because we are with the character as they are living the trauma. we’re living it with them instead of just feeling sad about it for them.

- kidnapping.

lets use katsuki’s! katsuki talking to shouto about how he feels out of sorts after the kidnapping would be angst. katsuki being kidnapped and following what he was experiencing and his thoughts and feelings throughout that time would be whump.

i guess you could say angst is the sad feelings coming from a bad event. whump is the excruciating torture of living the bad event with the character. or the worse before the better.

whump is like angst’s rebellious alternative older brother!!! i hope this helped i’m not very good at explaining things !!!! 😭😭😭

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you mentioned you don't have any anon asks rn so here i am! :D how do you feel after this ep? i've seen ppl saying that looking back at tarlos' scenes from the previous eps might've been tainted by this – him harbouring this big of a secret to his literal fiancé, of all ppl – and i do get where they're coming from too :(

also, i'm soooOOooOOooO annoyed that tk just brushed it off like that 😭😭 for someone who has been so heavily affected by a) being cheated on (although imo this marriage is more of a desperate need to belong/be loved, knowing that there was no way he'd ever find oor marry the love of his life, and then afterwards, more out of necessity for the health insurance aspect of things) so i don't really count this as cheating, but i understand ppl have diff definitions of it), and constantly having ppl he loved and cared about (re: owen and gwyn) keeping (big, life-changing) secrets from him, i'm trying to make peace with the fact we didn't get more out of that scene. although, i do hope that his need to console and support carlos at that time far outweighs his need to process the news, so that has taken backseat for the time and would probably resurface as we progress further along in the story.

so far, i don't trust anyone or anything that has been said from the actors and writers of the show, so i literally just will be going into the upcoming eps with zero expectations.

Hello!! <3

I pretty much agree with everything you said, I think? I've got a lot of conflicting thoughts that are living side-by-side right now. Like...how I feel about this situation vs. how I feel about it as a plotline vs. how I will treat it going forward. If this was real life, I would agree that it taints their relationship (and that I'd be dumping his ass), but as a plot device I don't find this secret as difficult to reconcile as I would if one of them slept with someone else or had some kind of emotional infidelity. This falls more into 'huge breach of trust' territory than cheating to me, but ymmv.

I think I'm glad for my own tender Tarlos feelings that TK mostly accepted it, because it makes it easier to kinda mentally skip past it if they're not showing a bunch of angst between TK and Carlos onscreen, but like you I do hate how it feels like the narrative is brushing it away (even if I am simultaneously happy that they're doing it??). I dislike the sloppy execution, although there are aspects of the storyline I honestly don't hate? Carlos being married to Iris for the reasons discussed is actually giving me a ton of feelings, and would probably be giving me more if they'd laid a better foundation for their friendship in previous seasons. I keep imagining them as "lost", lonely teenagers and it kills me. Even if I gloss over most of this plotline moving forward, I will take that with me.

But yes, I am hoping they at least acknowledge that Carlos fucked up by not telling TK much sooner! Until then I just imagine that TK's angry/sad reaction is delayed. The spoilers say it will affect them throughout the season, and it would make sense if TK's feelings over Carlos's lack of communication was part of it. They can't go into marriage if Carlos is going to make decisions for them and/or withhold huge things he'd prefer to avoid.

(And yeah, TK having been cheated on and people keeping things from him makes me hugely sad for him. Like...he found the love of his life! This man who kept proving time and again that he loves TK and will be there for him in ways other people haven't. And then...... PSYCH. That's so traumatizing.)

Zero expectations is the way to do it lol. I was driving myself out of my mind with anxiety before the episode aired, and I can't sustain that all season. It's why I'm trying to just go with the flow as much as possible. I am not telling anyone else how to feel. I've dropped shows for doing things I hated. I'm just not at that point with LS and don't want to be.

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So I have reached the final chapter (for now it is)

The lvl of stress when Reader wanted to leave the room but Dani was blocking the door 🔼🔼🔼

Daniela, I love you but MOVE.

Anyway, LUNATIC IS GETTING SOFT????

It would be cute to have them see the Dimis through Reader's eyes and slowly grow fond of them 😭

And Dani mentioned before that sometimes Reader's scent is different, when they blackout and Lunatic takes over their body, so basically Lunatic sometimes hangs out with them.

It breaks my heart and makes me sad when Lunatic's all beaten up calling for mother, but Miranda couldn't care less :(

I wish they would join forces with Reader.

This chapter was full of pain too but thank you for the sweet family moment with all of them at the end 😭

Pls the sisters bickering and Cass' conversation with Alcina were so cute I was giggling the whole time.

I do hope tho, that Reader will have a conversation with all of them and at least briefly explain that there may come the day that they'll be in danger. Because rn they simply don't believe Reader would harm them or are like "we won't let anything happen to you🥺" while it's them that may die😭

It's also hard to listen to Reader and just do what they say to stay safe if they're kept in dark and confused.

Like if Dani knew what was going on perhaps she would just let them out of the room the first time they tried to fix things.

Anyway, my journey came to a stop for now, unfortunately. There's no other way than to patiently wait for the next chapter to be released (I hope I won't forget the events till then😭).

So let me say again that I love how you wrote the Dimis. It's actually my first fic with Alcina being a more significant character so I didn't come across any awful way she was written but I heard that some people say she's a bad mom so I'm glad to see her caring for and being soft with her lil fly babies. Because she does in canon too, clearly.

I didn't have any issues with Bela in fics either. But hell I am tired of the way Cassandra is, so I absolutely adore the one in the universe of your fic, I think she certainly is unique.

And Daniela. We know well about Daniela😭 So thank you so much for showing the world the Dani you created. She's such a sweet ball full of joyful energy and she does seem different from her sisters but girl's not stupid and understands what's going on around her.

And I will say again that I like the way you write in general, it's a pleasure to read it and don't worry, it does make sense :)

listen, i promise to have the next chapter out relatively soon?? i’ve been so busy with school and just in general being unable to focus :’)

BUT ANYWAY

*poor baby didn’t understand the urgency and why they couldn’t take time to explain everything :( she’s trying her best and that’s all that matters

*i feel we’re definitely getting into some territory where maybe, just maybe, Lunatic is starting to realize Miranda may not care as much as she claims to. like you said, the angst in them crying and calling out for her, only for her to not even spare them a glance? yeah, they definitely noticed (although in the moment, it became rage directed at Reader instead)

*i can tell you with certainty that Lunatic has hung out with them unintentionally 😭 they don’t ever do anything without Miranda’s orders, so they’ll just sit there all stiff with their lip curled. meanwhile, Dani sees and smells that it’s not really them, just watching them with a “what the fuck” face

*hehe, i tried to make it softer toward the end :D and give Cass some motherly love that most people don’t ever give to her. i need more of them just being a family rather than whatever the hell some people do to them 😭

*the irony of the “we won’t let anything happen to you!” 💀 like, yeah, nothing WILL happen to Reader, but y’all are gonna be in danger pls. but we’ll start to slowly see where they do notice things and start to put pieces together (as Bela is actually doing in chapter fifteen as of now), and a certain someone has already pieced together that they’re not all they seem, that maybe there’s a reason they smelled so strongly of Miranda…

*definitely! i have something special with that planned this chapter, though i won’t say who ends up knocking some sense into Reader (though you can probably guess who)

*hehe, i’m really glad you like it so far!! and i am hoping to not have as much angst with the next like, 1-2 chapters. still some because i’m incapable of writing a chapter without it apparently, but nothing as bad as what happened in 13&14. i have about 5k rn and there’s a bit of angst in the beginning and i have some planned later, but it’s all good for plot, i promise 😎

ack, i hate how much people just think or assume she would mistreat them for any reason whatsoever. and the people who make her hurt her lil babies for the sake of a Reader/OC… i have some words to exchange with them, oh my god

i do try my best to write them as “canon” as possible, even if there are a few moments here and there where they may be OOC. they still all have their own interests and hobbies outside of whatever Reader is doing in their spare time, and i feel plenty of people don’t do that well enough ?

i have such an issue with the way people write Dani and Cass, my god 😭 Dani may be a little out of touch with reality and may struggle with the concept of personal space sometimes, but she’s still smart and an adult, not some toddler that doesn’t understand a single thing going on. and people writing Cass like she’s nothing more than a cold-hearted, horny, sadistic person with absolutely no care for her family or partner is so bland. let the girl be aloof on the outside but care deeply once she lets people in!!

it’s been so fun to read your thoughts on what’s going on and the interactions between everyone, and i look forward to what else you’ll have to say when i (eventually) write chapter fifteen :-)

i might post an actual excerpt later, but in the meantime, here’s a cute lil snippet of a scene i have planned with our very sweet but very energetic Dani <3

[k4txlulzz]

i've been conflicted and slightly anxious because i asked myself : what if im one of the people who woobifies him?☹️

its really difficult to not care for aventurine when he is a genuinely good person at heart who did not deserve the absolutely diabolically sad backstory he has💀🙏🏼 but it really is hard to not lean into the "eeehhh maybee its not his faultt ??" side of things and not notice the morally bad stuff becuz . angst reasons ? anyway ! what im trying to say is that im a huge aventurine defender! i think he deserves the world despite everything and thats my perspective going into this ;

i genuinely believe people excusing him and babying him leads to them underestimating just how capable, intelligent and resilient this man is and despite me leaning into the "awww blorbo" territory i have always had found this attitude weird😭and im so happy op mentioned the disturbing headcannons because THOSE ARE SO WEIRD !! (T___T)

basically, as an aven defender who sees him as a little meow meow, i agree with this post that man is 1000 different kinds of complicated and im INVESTED !

I wish everyone collectively understood aventurine’s character like you…things would be so much easier! I genuinely don’t understand how people keep getting his motivations wrong??? Could it be because some of the most popular Aven fanfics were written prior to his release? That could have contributed to some of the takes we tend to see about him…thoughts?

I struggled all day to come up with a concise way to answer this and couldn't think of one, so here, have a long-winded ramble:

I don't think early fic writers have much impact in the situation with Aventurine's character now, since most people can look at when a story was posted and go "Oh, this was before we had ____ information."

I think that Aventurine's problem is being a male character in a gacha game. Gacha game characters are designed to sell. Hoyo can sell female characters very, very easily. Give her huge tits and a visible underwear strap and you're good to go. I love all my guy friends, but I'm not gonna sugarcoat it: straight men are not the hardest audience to please. Hit a particular fetish (feet, spandex, dommy mommy), and you're gucci.

Nah, we all know why Jade's trailer is Like That.™

Male characters in gacha are harder to sell because women as consumers are a little harder to predict. Does every woman want a tall, ripped hunk? Shit, no, small cute boyish models like Aventurine are selling better now? Why?! Would a bad boy be more popular than a nice guy??? It's harder to account for women's tastes, especially because they are often (a little) less visually-oriented.

Hoyo is good at what they do though, and they've figured out that male characters sell very well when they possess at least one of two specific traits:

Endearing vulnerability/helplessness

Gay ship tease

Give a character both, like Aventurine? They might as well be printing money.

That sound you hear is Hoyo's stock prices rising.

So, from the very beginning, Hoyo is incentivized to create a character that appeals to people, a character people will want to crack their wallets open for. And they achieved this, first and foremost, by giving Aventurine traits that female players (in particular, but men too), find especially appealing: emotional and physical vulnerability.

We see Aventurine's pain. We sympathize with his grief. We identify with his struggle to make meaning of his difficult life. He's our woobie, blorbo, babygirl, whatever the hell they're calling it now.

He can't hide his suffering anymore. He's on the very edge. He's a dude in distress. He's surrounded by enemies! He misses his mama! He's been betrayed! No one understands him like you do, dear player!

The ultimate feeling evoked is: He needs to be saved.

When people talk about male power fantasies, I think they forget that women can experience them too, and "Emotionally vulnerable man that only I (or my favorite character) can fix" is actually a female power fantasy.

And from there it's really easy, right: the people who shell out cash to buy warps for their harmed-husbando feel like they've saved him; the people who are into mlm ships look for the nearest hot dude to be the savior Ratio was waiting for his time lol.

Morally and intellectually, this type of deep-down-golden-hearted, emotionally-wounded male character is very easy to digest. There is nothing to dislike about this type of character or role in the story: this character is a good guy who has just gone through so many terrible situations, whose victim status makes him endearing, and whose lack of agency means that any of the questionable or downright bad things he does are always the result of someone else forcing his hand, and never something he would have chosen himself.

His motivations are always clear and consistent: get free, heal, and live happily ever after.

Insert the Wreck-It Ralph meme: "Do people assume all your problems got solved when a big strong man showed up?" But to be fair, a big strong man did kind of solve Aventurine's problem, so--

Anyway, it's simple. It's straightforward. Morally, it's pretty cut and dry, black and white: Aventurine is our hero, which means everyone dictating the course of his miserable life is evil.

Hoyo is not remotely discouraging people from literally buying into this emotional appeal.

And trust me, I get it. I'll be the first to admit that hurt-comfort is its own entire genre in fandom because it is so appealing. People eat up Aventurine's tragic backstory like candy! The idea of watching a character go through hell at the hands of bad guys just to finally find a happy end is like the definition of everyone's favorite story.

In fact... people love Aventurine's suffering so much, they have invented whole new ways for him to suffer that aren't even in the game.

This is where we get all the headcanons that Aventurine was a sex slave, every single person he meets hates him because of his race, the Stonehearts are executioners holding knives to his throat, Jade enslaved him to the IPC with a lifelong contract, his material possessions belong to the company, the IPC is forcing him to take only the most dangerous missions where he is being required by his evil jailers to continually put his life on the line... You name it and I promise you, I can find a fanfic where Aventurine suffers from it. 😂

Bro can't even sleep in on his day off; life is so hard for this man.

Being serious: if the game is telling us that Aventurine is a victim... Why not make him the perfect victim?

Why not envision an Aventurine with no freedom, who bears no responsibility for any of the horrible situations he is in or any of the dubious things he does?

It's so natural to like that version of Aventurine, so appealing to see a totally powerless underdog use his own wits and charms to claw his way up to freedom. Or, if you're the kind who really relishes angst: It's even appealing to see Aventurine lose more. To delight in fics where he loses his wealth, where the IPC punishes him for past crimes while he's powerless to stop them... (I assure you, this is many people's cup of tea and the fanfics prove it!)

Ultimately, there's nothing wrong with liking characters who are exactly this straightforward! It's completely fine to embrace characters that are intentionally written to be morally above-board, whose primary role in the story is to generate angst by being a good person who suffers, or those characters who never show unlikable traits, bad decisions, or contradictory actions.

The problem is that that's just not who the game is telling us Aventurine is.

Hoyo may be capitalizing off people who love to envision poor Aventurine still living his life as a slave... But the game also needs to tell a complicated enough story overall to appeal to people who don't care about this specific husbando--Aventurine's role in the actual game's plot has to be interesting enough for almost everyone to appreciate it, not just Aventurine's simp squad. (Don't get mad, I'm in the simp squad with you.)

So his character doesn't stop at just being a pure-hearted victim who is still waiting to be saved.

Aventurine is not that easy to label, and I think the biggest struggle in this character's fandom right now is between people who prefer the even-more-angsty, still-a-slave Aventurine versus people who want a morally grey, self-destructive character instead.

To me personally, while I greatly understand the appeal of fanon!Aventurine and the joy of a really juicy angst fic where characters lose it all, I think that missing out on the depth that canon is suggesting would be a real loss on the fandom's part.

The character motivations that Aventurine shows in the game are complicated. They cancel each other out. They're basically self-harm! He makes almost every situation he's in worse for himself--on purpose.

He is a good person, but also a person who has done unspeakable things. He does have morals, but he's not above allowing those who don't have them to use him to their advantage.

He's both the victim and the victor. He's his own worst enemy. He's a lost little boy who's been making terrible decisions for himself since he was like eight years old, and a grown ass man who is barely managing to fake his way through an existence that destiny is not letting him quit.

This kind of character is a lot harder to embrace. He's done things that most people would find appalling--like willingly joining up with the organization that let his entire race be massacred. He's invented a whole new peacock persona to frivolously flaunt riches he doesn't even care about (Poison Dart Frog Self-Defense 101). He actively plays into racist stereotypes about his people to manipulate others through their preconceived expectations. He's made a mockery of his mother's and sister's hopes and dreams by endlessly trying to throw his own life away.

He has flaws! He bet everything he had on a ploy without doing his homework to find out if the people he was risking his life for were even still around. (Maybe he already knew, and couldn't bear to admit it, even to himself.) He's intentionally off-putting and obnoxious to everyone he meets (Poison Dart Frog Self-Defense 102). He terrifies everyone who gets close to him by (seemingly) carelessly throwing himself into the jaws of death without the slightest provocation.

He knowingly allows the IPC to exploit his power and talents for profit. Did everyone forget that his role in the Strategic Investment Department is asset liquidation?! Like, his actual day-to-day job is ruining people's lives. Canonically, Aventurine kills people when his deals go bad.

His motivations change off-screen in two lines of story text. We're told in one line that his biggest reason for joining the IPC was to make money to save the Avgin, then in the next line we find out that's impossible. And... then what? What motivations does he even have now? The whole point of his character arc from 2.0-2.1 is that he was on the edge of giving in to utter despair and nihilism because he couldn't even perceive a single reason to stay alive. He has no purpose in life before Penacony, and that didn't start with the Stonehearts at all??

People keep saying Aventurine was held in the IPC by golden handcuffs, but how do you tie down someone for whom profit is meaningless? What can you offer to a man whose only desire is to bring back something already lost forever? How do you imprison someone whose only definition of freedom is, canonically, death?

Working for the Stonehearts is obviously not healthy. But that's why Aventurine was doing it--because taking dangerous missions allowed him to put himself at risk. The job that he originally pursued hoping to save his people became a direct means to self-harm, and the IPC's only real role in that was just happily profiting off the results.

The journal entries for Aventurine's quests are there deliberately to tell the player what is on his mind, and none of it has to do with escaping from his job:

Like... Work is the least of this man's problems.

At really the risk of rambling on too long now, he's also just a massive walking contradiction:

Aventurine is among the most explicitly religious characters in the game, yet he's one of the only people in the entire game that we have ever seen actively question his people's aeon.

You might be tempted to think Aventurine's risky gambles with his life as an adult are a result of giving up after finding out about the Avgin massacre... Butttt no, Hoyo makes sure to tell us that even at knee-high in the Sigonian desert, Kakavasha was already willing to risk himself in a fight to the death against monsters because even back then he found his own life to have less value than a single memento.

He's the "chosen one" who will lead his people to prosperity... except they're all dead.

He's explicitly suicidal... andddd also a pathstrider of Preservation.

He wants to die... He doesn't want to die. He wants to make it end, yet goes to staggering lengths to continually survive. (Every plan risks his life on purpose--but every plan's win condition is also to live.) He life is the chip tossed down, but his hand is trembling beneath the table. When faced with an otherwise unsurvivable situation, Aventurine literally became a winner of the Hunger Games. He beat other innocent people to death with his own chain-bound hands just to come out alive.

He knows the IPC failed the Avgin and left them to die... and he still willingly sought out a position of power in their organization. Maybe he really is after revenge... but maybe not.

He starts his journey in the IPC with a truly noble goal in mind: to help his people using his newfound wealth and power. He's a good guy who did genuinely want to save the Avgin and repay all those who helped him. But once it became clear he was too late, once it was obvious he would have no use at all for that monetary wealth and power he risked his life to get... What did he do with it? Unlike Jade, we don't see him over here donating to orphanages. (I'm not that heartless; I'm sure he does actually do a lot of good things with his money on the side, but the point is that the game does not show us that--it shows us, over and over again, Aventurine putting on a wasteful, over-indulgent persona toward wealth. We've supposed to feel how meaningless money is to him, how meaningless everything is becoming to him.)

He outright refuses to use underhanded tactics or to cheat at gambles, which is meant to show us that's he's more morally upright than his coworkers. There's an entire exchange where he says that he'll never stoop to using manipulation the way Opal does. But... he doesn't have any issue fulfilling Opal's exact agenda. He was never remotely morally conflicted about denying the Penaconians their freedom by dragging Penacony back under IPC control.

He's willing to risk his own life, which is one thing--but he's also willing to risk other people's well-being. Topaz accuses him of constantly egging their clients on into dangerous situations; we've actively seen him shove a gun into Ratio's hands and pull the trigger with no care for how Ratio would feel about that on their very first meeting... Dragging the Astral Express crew into the entire Penacony plan in the first place was exceedingly dangerous...

To me, I just think it's vital to understand his character through the lens of these contradictions because they demonstrate the extreme polarity of Aventurine's life: from rags to riches, from powerless to empowered by multiple aeons, from willing to kill to survive to killing himself... He has quite literally lived a life of "all or nothing," and while he is the victim of many terrible situations out of his control, his arc as a character involves facing the truth of himself and the future his own actions are hurtling him toward.

Frankly, the Aventurine that canon is suggesting is a little annoying. You want to grab him by the shoulders, shake him, and say "Why are you like this?!" And he won't even have an answer for you, because he doesn't even know why he's still alive.

In the end, to me, this is so, so much more interesting. I can read an endless supply of hurt-comfort fics where Aventurine escapes the evil IPC and Ratio is there to fill the void in his life with the power of love and catcakes and be a perfectly happy clam online, but I want canon to continue to serve us this incredible mess of a man who constantly takes one step forward and two steps back.

Who is fully aware of his role as a cog in the grotesque profit-wheel of cosmic capitalism and still manages to say he never changed from the rags-wearing desert rat of the Sigonian wastes.

Who over and over again flirts with nihility but, ultimately, even if he has to wrest it from the grip of the gods themselves with bloody, chain-bound hands, chooses life.

[hard-core-super-star]

I- keep me on my toes??dhsjakak okay?? mhm, very deserved win....🙄 good thing luck is on my side, I could say the jury just likes me too much to not be merciful, but then that could lead to them proving me wrong just for the sake of it, so I'll keep quiet.

how so? 🤨 and, yeah... I think we maybe, just maybe, I'm saying maybe we should do this, I'm right behind you on this one. we nailed it.

thank you, but I think it shines brightest when you're the one using 119%. that's... that's cute 🥹 mailing it would only make the process longer and more complicated, so giving it to them in person was clearly better lmao. okay, so who has a better memory, you or a goldfish? more scientific research. yup, unfortunately that's how it, and I'm almost ranting about how unfair this is.

cute until be the person ignored by your cat who is literally your best friend 😭 poor baby, I didn't mean to laugh but the way you put it made it funny- hajkskakdjk oh my, this is so adorable. have you been with them for a long time? I'm also proud, I think we're both behaving ourselves about this.

yes! I just created a group of angst fic enthusiasts, you're invited to join it. (hmmmm... okay. this will be my “good night and sleep well” to you. here is your so wanted second star, you deserved it 💫 this one is a shooting star so you have one wish)

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i definitely didn't fall asleep before you sent this last nightand it's definitely not 5am right now 😶 hey, hey, i don’t appreciate that sarcasm, put the eye roll away. that…might not be completely wrong but since you technically didn't say it, i won't confirm or deny your suspicions.

i mean, out of the two of us, you're still the anonymous one so you have an extra layer of safety. look at us finally agreeing on something, i’m proud. i don't know exactly how we should go about doing this but i’m down if you are 👀

you don't think it shines bright when a literal star uses it? akdjjdjdsksk 🥹 yeah, plus giving it to them in person also allowed me to see their reaction in real time. i don't think any of my friends ever thought it was as cool as i did but that's alright, no harm done 🤷 as painful as it is to admit it, if you're doing scientific research, i’m going to have to give it to the goldfish. my memory is awful which makes studying for exams very fun…not. it’s very unfair but weirdly…idk if romantic is the word i’m looking for but it’s something like that. not necessarily the having to hide part but being able to fall in love regardless of all the backlash that lingers.

i- you always end up laughing when i share these things so idk, i think you just like laughing at me, tbh. i am once again threatening to bring the sad eyes emoji back, i think i deserve it this time. i’ve had one of them for i think 8-ish years, almost 9, and the other one literally showed up at my door 4 years ago. i’ve obviously grown very attached to both of them, even if they’re mean af. i think so too, we’re very well behaved.

i will very happily join it considering so many of my fics end up leaning into angst territory. [i didn't see this last night but thank you anyway aksksksk it’s most definitely morning for you so good morning! and thank you!! finally. i only had to be dramatic and practically beg for it but i appreciate it. and i definitely made a wish, too bad i can't share it or it won't come true 😶]

[dotster001]

"You carry me on." ❤️😭 with Deuce

(so...uh....it struck me that I don't write a lot of angst so I hope I did this right also, we reached 600. Geeze you guys, gonna make me cry 😭)

CW:Injury, angst (at least for me I don't want to hurt my baby)

12. You carry me on.

You'd told Deuce once before that you thought he was too sweet to have ever been a delinquent, and even though you totally believed him, you had a hard time picturing his delinquent days being anything other than he might have stolen a cigarette one time, and still felt guilty about it. He didn't feel the need to correct you. If that's how you saw him, it meant he had truly grown.

;readmore;

Now he wished he had told you the truth. That he had been in with some very dangerous people. That him leaving the group had made enemies. That  he always had to be worried that his past would catch up to him. 

But he'd grown complacent. He'd worked hard to become an honors student and a powerful mage. He'd made friends and started dating the love of his life. He'd gotten his life together and made his mom proud. He was happy.

Then he got the call from a very frantic Ace. And now he was sitting in the hospital wing, waiting for the nurse to let him see you. He was furious, he'd punched a hole in his wall already. But now he had to comfort Ace, Grim, and Epel, who were all panicking, despite Jack and Sebek assuring them things would be okay.

The nurse eventually came out and said you were alright, you just had a concussion and some scratches. He'd never been more grateful to how territorial NRC students are, or who knows how long it would've taken for someone to save you.

When the nurse gave him the go ahead, he pushed past everyone to be by your side, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

"I'm not dead Deucey," you laughed tiredly.

"No, but you could have been," he was crying now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "I don't want to know what the world is like without you, Y/N. You carry me on."

You shouldn't have had to have been the one comforting him, but you were hushing him calmly, eventually just grabbing his head and pressing it to your chest, allowing him to bury himself  against you, and just cry.

You ran your nails through his hair and hushed him until he had calmed down. Once he was aware again, he realized none of the people he had waited with were in the hospital wing, and they must have left so that you could both have some privacy. He would have to thank them later.

He turned his head so he could face you, your radiant smile gracing his undeserving visage. 

"I'm sorry this happened. And I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," he whispered. "I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore."

For the first time, you looked distressed. You pulled his arm so that he was closer to your face.

"Don't say that. You're the man I love, and there's no one else I could want."

He was unconvinced. "But they hurt you to get to me. If you still want me, how can I possibly make it up to you?" 

"Kiss me, that's how," you looked at him with sad eyes. 

He'd comply. He'd kiss you until you forgot why you were here. He'd hold you until the pain was gone, and sing you songs until you were lulled to a peaceful sleep. 

But he would take precautions. This was never going to happen again. He made a silent vow that he would never let his past hurt you ever again.