BananaRad

[fai-y00]

This fic has only one chapter, but there are two versions.

An old, late-night version

and a revised version 5555.

(I'm posting version two now. The first version has finished. If you are interested, you can go and read it.)

— This fic exists within the same storyline,

but follows different paths, which is why it branched into two versions.

— The timeline for both versions is:

the period when Vash the Stampede went missing for five months, after a battle in one of the seven major cities.

In that battle, Vash clashed with a member of the Gung-Ho Guns.

The enemy was a swordsman who could somehow use his sword sheath as a gun (ridiculously crafty).

However, that fight was being overseen by “Legato.”

When Vash was about to lose, Legato used his power to control Vash’s body,

forcing him to unleash the destructive power within himself.

The immense force completely destroyed the city — repeating the tragedy of July City from years ago.

On top of that, Vash’s power also left a crater on the moon.

That was the reason Vash chose to flee from the ruins of the city,

which had become his second unforgivable sin, even though no one had died.

On that day, he arrived at another town, wearing an old cloak

and carrying a shattered heart.

And that leads to my story! —

— What if the one who encounters Vash the Stampede is you (y/n)? —

How will the bond between the two of you end!?

Find out in the next chapter!

(The reason why two versions branched out:

The first version was written during a period when my mind sank to its deepest point — feeling lonely, and craving something

that everyone is probably very familiar with.

As for the second version, it was written at a different time. The original intention was simply to fix the wording, but at that moment I was in a cheerful mood, able to smile, fully charged and ready to go.

So in the end, another version was born lol.

It would be a waste to throw it away, so I decided to keep going and see it through to the end.

If you ask why I had to do it that way?

Well — who would ever dare to throw away their own feelings so easily?

Especially when it’s a piece of writing that comes straight from genuine emotions. No one would have the heart to discard that.

If I had to do something like that, I’d feel terrible. Because not only would no one care about my feelings — I would also be the one choosing to throw away what was in my heart, just to satisfy someone else’s idea of “correctness.”

When your heart is already completely exposed like that — isn’t that just cruel to yourself?

That’d be way too harsh, honestly 55555.)

Version 2: Chapter

[Planned to Set Up a Card Game, Somehow Picked Up a Man Under the Moonlight 🌚🌝]

Augusta City — a desert town. It’s pretty boring—

walking home after finishing a shift at the restaurant, grains of sand sneak into your shoes and cling to your clothes. Walking through the desert under blazing sunlight has become normal. It’s no surprise your skin has turned into cocoa mixed with condensed milk, not pale white anymore. Hahaha.

Living alone isn’t all that bad, after your entire family died three months ago while traveling through the scorching desert. A car accident… or maybe they were ambushed by bandits. No one knows the truth, because all the bodies disappeared.

Even though you act carefree and easygoing day to day, you have to admit — when it comes to losing your family, the pain is deeply rooted. That’s why anyone who approaches you on a deeper level ends up being gently turned down, leaving you feeling guilty.

You’re the one who feels guilty.

Pretending to be heartless for the sake of protecting your own heart is ridiculously hard — harder than forcing a kid to take a bath.

You don’t hate anyone. You’re just too afraid to open up.

Even though your heart cries out for someone to take care of each other, the way you once did with your family — you still refuse to open it to anyone.

Head pats, greetings, farewells — you loved all of it when it came from your family. Those good memories fade with time.

But now, with no one left to care about except yourself, you live passively — more focused on lying down and waiting for death than seeking happiness on this barren planet.

So this is it, huh —

the karma of having no friends. Sigh.

All you can do is dream that one day you’ll get better on your own, rather than relying on someone else… even though you still long for it. Sigh.

Being loved really does feel good~

So if that’s the case, you’ll just have to love yourself extra hard~ to make up for what’s missing — you think, humming cheerfully as you step lightly across the sand in your usual carefree way.

Until you pass through a narrow alley—

“Um… excuse me?”

You call out as you stumble upon a man wearing a cloak in terrible condition, slumped against a wall, breathing so faintly he looks like he might die any second.

Did you just find someone who’s about to die? — God help us…

“Sir?”

You call again, eyes widening as you take in the battered state of the blond man, looking like he’d wrestled a dog and disarmed a bomb right after.

“Are you badly hurt?”

No response from the number you have dialed.

The man lies still, but the way his eyes blink toward the ground clearly tells you he’s not dead. That alone makes you feel a bit relieved — even if there’s a whole new problem waiting.

“Are you really okay?”

His solid body shifts just slightly, as if breathing is difficult. Every time he moves, his shoulders droop, too exhausted to hold themselves upright.

The sight makes you swallow thickly without realizing it.

It feels like you’re seeing someone who once carried the whole world on his shoulders — only to collapse under it himself.

. . .

The sky grows darker by the moment. The sun retreats behind the mountains, fleeing from the moonlight that’s about to arrive — as if escaping a truth that doesn’t quite belong with it, even though they share the same sky.

But everything has its own rhythm —

rising and falling with time, eventually meeting again at the edge of a new horizon.

At that same moment, you decide instantly—

“Um… if you’re not doing well, please stay at my place tonight.”

You walk toward him slowly and crouch beside him. Even if he doesn’t respond, you’re not about to leave an injured person to die — don’t ask how you know! The fresh wound on his cheek is screaming proof! You really did think he fought a dog!

“My name is y/n.”

His first response is finally lifting his gaze from the sand to look at you instead — aquamarine-green eyes, strangely captivating, freezing your heart in place…

…not because they’re beautiful, but because it feels like you’re watching an ocean grow dull at the hands of a single person.

Eyes like gemstones, now stripped of their sparkle. For a fleeting moment, you can’t help but wonder if he was once as bright as he should have been.

“My name is… Eric.”

His deep, hoarse voice pulls you back to reality. You quickly look away.

“I see… Mr. Eric,” you say softly, letting his pleasant name rest on your lips. He lowers his gaze to the ground again.

“There’s no need to worry about me…”

As soon as his raspy voice fades, he falls silent again, like an air conditioner struggling to breathe. He clutches his stomach and coughs harshly, making you flinch as you rush to support his hunched body.

“Mr. Eric!”

You slide your hand beneath his cloak, rubbing his back with trembling fingers, unsure of what to do. The harder he coughs, the wider your eyes grow, your heart pounding in fear.

Afraid that he really might die.

But you have to stay calm — you can’t panic now. Especially when the injured man himself says—

“…I’m not badly hurt… you don’t need to trouble yourself because of someone like me…”

Despite the ache his voice brings, the first thing that hits you is—

Not badly hurt, my ass! Mr. Eric!!

“Even if you say that…” you mutter, contradicting the thoughts in your head,

“let’s go back to my place first, okay? We can figure things out together…”

You give him a faint smile. Unlike you, he falls silent, shifting slightly. You feel him pulling away from your hand.

“Mr. Eric—”

You’re about to protest, about to grab him again, when his voice comes out softer this time. His beautiful, lifeless eyes look at you with something deeply buried within them.

“Please leave me… a demon like me doesn’t deserve kindness from a good person like you…”

At the same moment the moon rises above us, a faint smile appears on his face, his final words sounding like he’s chasing you away.

“Please… go.”

He slumps back against the brick wall, releasing a shallow breath, hoping you’ll leave him behind — like everyone else who runs away once they hear his name.

“No.”

Vash the Stampede —

or by his false name, Eric —

stares at you in shock. You ignore his refusal, reaching out to grab his waist and haul him up.

“If I say I’ll help, then I mean it.”

You tighten your grip around his waist. Even with the difference in size, you don’t hesitate. You force him upright on his feet, making him wrap his arms tightly around your shoulders so he won’t slip away.

“Sleeping alone in the desert at night is cold… at the very least… my house is warm enough to give you a place to rest.”

And in that moment—

You pull him out of the alley, supporting him as you head back to your warm home. You believe your mother would have done the same.

And besides—

His feet keep moving forward with you.

Slowly, because he keeps staring at the sand below, but still choosing to watch his own feet take one step forward at a time.

Soft moonlight bathes the two of you, guiding you through the dark night. And yet, something still clearly remains—

…the hope of starting over, again and again, until the very end.

Maybe, somewhere far, far away —

someone is still waiting for us.

“There— that’s my house, right up ahead.”

At your words, Vash looks forward.

His eyes reflect the image of a small house.

Without realizing it, he tightens his hold around you — and becomes aware of something he had long forgotten.

How long has it been…

since Vash last went home?

[fai-y00]

This fic has only one chapter, but there are two versions.

An old, late-night version

and a revised version 55555.

(for now, I’m posting the first version. The second version will be uploaded separately so the content doesn’t get too long.)

— This fic exists within the same storyline,

but follows different paths, which is why it branched into two versions.

— The timeline for both versions is:

the period when Vash the Stampede went missing for five months, after a battle in one of the seven major cities.

In that battle, Vash clashed with a member of the Gung-Ho Guns.

The enemy was a swordsman who could somehow use his sword sheath as a gun (ridiculously crafty).

However, that fight was being overseen by “Legato.”

When Vash was about to lose, Legato used his power to control Vash’s body,

forcing him to unleash the destructive power within himself.

The immense force completely destroyed the city — repeating the tragedy of July City from years ago.

On top of that, Vash’s power also left a crater on the moon.

That was the reason Vash chose to flee from the ruins of the city,

which had become his second unforgivable sin, even though no one had died.

On that day, he arrived at another town, wearing an old cloak

and carrying a shattered heart.

And that leads to my story! —

— What if the one who encounters Vash the Stampede is you (y/n)? —

How will the bond between the two of you end!?

Find out in the next chapter!

(The reason why two versions branched out:

The first version was written during a period when my mind sank to its deepest point — feeling lonely, and craving something

that everyone is probably very familiar with.

As for the second version, it was written at a different time. The original intention was simply to fix the wording, but at that moment I was in a cheerful mood, able to smile, fully charged and ready to go.

So in the end, another version was born lol.

It would be a waste to throw it away, so I decided to keep going and see it through to the end.

If you ask why I had to do it that way?

Well — who would ever dare to throw away their own feelings so easily?

Especially when it’s a piece of writing that comes straight from genuine emotions. No one would have the heart to discard that.

If I had to do something like that, I’d feel terrible. Because not only would no one care about my feelings — I would also be the one choosing to throw away what was in my heart, just to satisfy someone else’s idea of “correctness.”

When your heart is already completely exposed like that — isn’t that just cruel to yourself?

That’d be way too harsh, honestly 55555.)

Version 1: Chapter —

[Thais Don’t Abandon Each Other 😋]

Augusta City — a scorching town rich with deserts.

It’s fairly boring that every time you walk home after work at the restaurant, sand always slips into your shoes or clings to your body. Walking under the blazing sun is such a normal part of your life that your skin is tanned rather than fair like other girls.

You live alone, since your entire family died three months ago while traveling through the desert. And you’re not friendly enough to spend time trying to track down distant relatives from either side of your parents’ families.

You have to admit — you’re deeply scarred when it comes to losing people you love. Because of that, every time someone approaches you with even a hint of flirtation, you immediately shut yourself off.

Not because you despise it —

but because you’re too afraid to open your heart.

You used to be someone who loved physical affection: sitting close, patting heads, hugging, kissing cheeks. You would tell your family everything that happened during your day.

But now that none of them are here anymore, there’s no need to adapt yourself for anyone. You simply live day by day, lying down and waiting for death to someday come on this barren planet.

But in truth — you miss every touch from your family.

You secretly dream that one day, your wounded heart might heal through someone who truly understands you. Maybe you’ll hug, kiss cheeks, or gently pat each other’s heads to offer comfort.

These things are your nature —

to be loved for who you truly are, like a romantic story waiting for you to prove it real.

As you sink deep into your thoughts, softly humming a tune with a sense of calm — at least realizing that you aren’t so broken beyond repair —

Until—

“Miss?”

You accidentally come across a man wearing a cloak in terrible condition, slumped against a wall, barely breathing.

“Sir?”

You call out again, eyes widening as you clutch your food basket tighter.

“Are you badly hurt?”

A question without an answer.

The blond man, filthy and unmoving, lies there without reacting. But he isn’t unconscious. His large frame sags slightly, aquamarine-green eyes fixed on the ground.

The sight makes you swallow without realizing it.

It’s like seeing someone carrying the entire world alone on his back…

That’s pitiful… maybe he just needs someone to help carry the stone.

As the sky slowly darkens, you make up your mind immediately —

you can’t bring yourself to leave someone sleeping alone in the cold outside, especially someone who looks like he has nowhere to go.

“Um… are you sure you’re not injured anywhere?”

Even though you’re secretly afraid of his appearance, you approach him with a faint smile. The smell of gunpowder clings heavily to the narrow alley, making you curse yourself for approaching someone who clearly uses guns — and who still won’t answer you.

Hey! — He’s still staring at the ground!

Sir, please answer me! I’m scared now!!

You scream internally, sobbing *sniff sniff*, throwing tantrums on the ground in your mind like you’re knocking on the Earth Goddess’s door — but she won’t open.

“Mom!! Please save me from this man!!”

Finally—

as if the Goddess heard your cries from the forest—

I mean, heard your sobbing — she grants your wish.

[I granted it, now shut up, child.]

The Goddess (?) sends a message straight into your mind.

“I’m… not too badly hurt…”

There it is — instant blessing.

The crying in your head stops immediately as you mentally bow three times to the Goddess before snapping out of it and turning your attention back to the man in front of you.

“What’s your name?”

You take the liberty of lowering yourself to sit beside the tall man, who’s clearly at his limit beneath his tattered cloak.

“…My… name is Eric…”

His voice is so hoarse it makes your chest ache. He coughs, his large body bending forward as the sound scrapes through his dry throat.

That sight makes your entire body burn, tears threatening to spill.

— Eric looks completely unwell in your eyes. He looks like he’s suffering terribly, both physically and emotionally. You can sense it from the aura around him, from the dullness in his aquamarine eyes.

“Please… come rest at my house first, Mr. Eric.”

You speak quickly, driven by pity and concern. Without thinking, you slide your hand beneath his cloak, gripping his firm waist — you can feel his ribs shift under your touch, like someone who’s endured something awful but is still trying to live.

The way he looks like he could die at any second pushes you forward.

You take his large hand and place it over your small shoulder. You don’t care anymore. All you feel is that you have to succeed — you have to bring him home. If he collapses halfway, you’ll just call for help from nearby townsfolk.

In short, you’ll do whatever it takes —

just to bring him home safely with you.

“Hold onto me, Mr. Eric. I’ll help you right now.”

His large body leans into yours with gravity’s pull. He’s heavy, but he still steps forward without saying a word, eyes fixed on the ground, letting you support him as you struggle along.

It’s hard to believe you manage to carry such a big man home all by yourself. You grit your teeth, pushing with everything you have to finally lay him down on your bed, not forgetting to remove the filthy cloak from his body.

“Please rest on my bed for now.”

Your body trembles with exhaustion, sweat pouring down your temples as your head throbs from the sudden exertion.

You look up at him. Though you’re still lightly panting, you manage a faint smile through your eyes. Your dull-colored gaze reflects warmth, filled with kindness meant only for him.

“Wait just a moment… I’ll be right back…”

Vash the Stampede —

or now, under the false name

Eric

— watches you leave. The door closes, leaving him alone in the quiet room. Sounds from outside and the aroma of food drift through the gap beneath the door.

Vash stares for a while. He doesn’t look any better than before — not after just escaping his second unforgivable sin.

The sin of destroying a second major city — one of the seven great cities.

He won’t excuse it by saying he was controlled by “Legato,” one of the Gung-Ho Guns, who took over his body and made him lose control of his power.

This is his fault.

And Vash is too tired to stand up and fight a second time. Right now, he just wants to rest… and never wake up again.

He turns onto his side, his body still aching from the battle. His red leather coat hides and absorbs all the blood, so the girl — you — never saw it.

Vash lifts his hand to grip his right arm. Silence settles as he remembers what this hand has done — wiping out homes, blowing human lives into rubble… even carving a crater into the moon.

No matter how you look at it, he isn’t human —

that’s what people must think. And now the hatred and the bounty on his head must be even higher. And he has to bear it.

Vash squeezes his arm harder, hard enough that it trembles — but he doesn’t care. Right now, he just wants to tear this arm off.

Why does it have to be him…

the one who has to go through all of this?

“Mr. Eric…”

The door opens. Vash doesn’t turn to look. The door closes again, and he listens instead to your footsteps approaching.

“Please get up and eat something first.”

Vash doesn’t answer. He just lies there. His stomach is empty, but guilt fills his chest. No matter when, he’s always useless. So—

…so—

Even though a demon like him doesn’t deserve rest, when the sound of a food tray being set beside the bed rings out, and the mattress dips with weight—

“Mr. Eric…”

You call softly, then stop when you realize he’s already lying down.

Then, with a gentle smile and warm actions—

“Sleep well, Mr. Eric.”

You carefully tuck the blanket around him, adjusting it gently but firmly to make sure he won’t be cold tonight.

Then you stand up, walk over to close the window against the cool night air, and carry the food tray away.

In that moment, everything feels… fine to Vash.

He knows he doesn’t deserve kindness — but when you offer it, his heart accepts it. His hand tightens around the blanket.

He curls into it, burying his face in the pillow, wishing to sleep without nightmares. And when he finally allows himself to be exhausted, Vash finds that he falls asleep with ease.

As if his body has been yearning for moments like this all along —

moments safe from the outside world, where no one fears the name Vash the Stampede.

Moonlight filters through the curtains, falling over pearl-colored eyelids lost in dreams. His chest rises and falls in deep, steady rhythm, until the moonlight reflects something—

A small tear,

from a man.

[fai-y00]

( I wrote this after watching that 1998 anime. It might be a little hard to follow in some parts, but I really tried my best. There were so many times I almost gave up on this story, but I wanted to let the imagination in my head run free, so I kept going. I hope someone out there feels the same way I do lol 555 )

🔞 Warning: Adult content ahead, but it’s only in the character’s imagination. Nothing too extreme — just enough to make you smile 😆

Being naturally clumsy isn’t funny at all

Have you ever wondered how someone who’s clumsy by nature actually survives day to day life? Let me tell you — it’s just as bad as a comedy skit.

The other day, you tripped and fell right on top of your boyfriend Eric while he was taking an afternoon nap on the couch. Your feet got tangled like dominoes, the world spun, and before you could even make a sound, you let out a little “Oof—” as your cheek landed straight on the crotch of his pants.

His soft cock pressed right against your flat little nose. The impact made you choke for a second, and then this weirdly intoxicating, warm smell from between his legs drifted straight into you.

Your whole body suddenly felt hotter than it ever had before.

Eric woke up instantly, eyes wide, immediately trying to pull his legs away — but that only ended up wrapping his thighs around you even tighter.

“Babe… what are you doing down there?”

“S-sorry…” The moment you spoke, your hot breath hit him through the satin fabric of his pants, brushing right against the center beneath his underwear. Eric’s breathing slowed down, shaky and unsteady. He grabbed your small hand that was resting on his thigh and gently stroked it, like he was trying to comfort you.

But that only made him get harder.

“Ugh— stop rubbing it for a sec…” His voice came out low and raspy, almost scary. He tried to shift his legs away on instinct, but every little movement just made your flushed, soft cheek rub even more against his length. Your nose pressed deeper into him, and Eric’s whole body shivered. He barely managed to keep a straight face.

Those sharp blue eyes stared down at you — panic mixed with something he really didn’t want you to see.

Lust.

He couldn’t believe he was already turned on right after waking up, just because you woke him in the weirdest way possible. His hands twitched, fighting the urge to grab your hair and pull you up into a kiss.

“Babe… get up quick… doing that to a guy isn’t good, you know…” He gave an awkward, shy smile, trying to play the situation off lightly, even though his cheeks were just as red as his quick, shallow breaths.

He could feel your soft cheek resting on his skin, pressing tight against his thigh and grinding against the hot, hardening rod underneath.

The corners of his dry smile crinkled as he tried to hide that he was fully turned on now. Even those bright blue eyes turned dark with something you’d never seen in him before.

Desire.

You looked away. “I’ll get up right now…” As you said that, you grabbed his legs to push yourself up. Eric jolted, his thighs trembling without meaning to. He watched you slowly pull away, that tingling sensation drifting farther from him.

But it still left warmth behind.

And then his imagination ran wild.

He pictured himself grabbing your hair, forcing your face harder against his cock — your flushed cheeks pressed tight, his shaft soaking wet, his breathing hot and heavy, whispering sweet, filthy praise while gripping you harder.

Until he came all over your pretty cheeks and cute little nose.

Cum dripping into your lips, then smeared all over your face by his wet cock — especially that stubborn little nose and those mischievous, teary eyes begging him for more.

God, that would be so cute…

“Sorry… I just wanted to wake you up, but I tripped over my own feet and fell on you…”

Eric snapped out of his daydream, shifted to sit more comfortably, and waved his hand like it was nothing.

“It’s fine… it was just an accident.”

Even though he said that, deep down he didn’t want it to end as “just an accident.” It was already hard enough holding himself back from devouring you whole.

He swallowed hard, eyes drifting to you still sitting on the floor, kneeling right in front of him in that dangerously tempting position you hadn’t even noticed yet your shorts had ridden up, showing off your thighs.

Eric quickly scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously to chase away his dirty thoughts.

“So… did you open your mouth when you fell—?”

Wait! Wrong words! He hurriedly corrected himself.

“I-I-I mean! Just now! I meant why did you fall, uh, fall, babe? You’re not hurt anywhere, right?”

Good thing he caught himself in time. Otherwise you might’ve been shocked to death by what almost came out of his mouth.

Your cheeks were still burning red, body temperature skyrocketing. You sat on your own legs on the floor, absent-mindedly touching your flushed cheek.

“I just… wanted to wake you up… and I’m really not hurt that bad.”

“Good… I wouldn’t want your nose to break from falling on me, you know.”

He laughed brightly, teasing you with a silly joke — but in reality he knew that throbbing ache between his legs was still there, just hidden under fabric. If you looked closely you’d definitely notice it pushing up, which is why he sat with his legs closed, hiding it from you.

But clumsy, oblivious you just smiled at his joke, still kneeling on the floor, forgetting to stand up, giggling because you really believed he wasn’t mad at all.

Even though right now he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap, grind against you, and kiss your soft cheeks hard while you cried from how good it felt.

He wanted to ruin you even more…

“Ah… let’s go for a walk, babe.”

He smiled like nothing happened never happened, then leaned in and whispered,

“But… can’t we play something else instead?”

The suggestive words were covered up by his innocent-looking face. He tilted his head, staring at you with that confused little expression of yours.

“What do you mean?”

For a split second you caught a sly glint in his eyes, but then it was gone, replaced by his usual cheerful grin. He didn’t answer just laughed instead.

“Nothing! Don’t overthink it. Being clumsy isn’t always bad, you know!” He laughed loudly, voice echoing. “Come on, let’s go get donuts before you end up getting eaten instead, haha!”

Eric easily scooped up your small body, carrying you against his side like a cat, and walked out of the bedroom while the hot, twitching length between his legs was still waiting impatiently for you to set it free.

And next time you fall… if you happen to open your mouth, he might just teach you the proper way to suck on a lollipop. 😏

[fai-y00]

Phainon × Reader (y/n) 🔞🔞

(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)

Here we go! The content I’m presenting now has been heavily adapted from my novel “Love is Khao Man Gai”, which is published on the ReadeAWrite platform. I poured my heart into every single word I wrote, pushing myself to try new writing styles, and this is the result—a chapter with this kind of vibe. I’d call it a “romance drama” tone, but I’m not sure if that’s the right term. To put it simply, I think it’s more like a “yandere” vibe, lol.

Warnings:

🛑 Trigger Warning / Content Warning:

Non-con: Forced sexual activity without consent.

Dub-con: Sexual activity under semi-consensual conditions, such as manipulation, coercion, or being in a weakened state.

Sexual Violence: Acts of sexual aggression.

Psychological Manipulation: Emotional or mental coercion and control.

Delusional Love: Obsessive, distorted, or psychotic expressions of love.

No Escape: Situations where the victim has no way out and no one to help.

Emotional Abuse: Emotional oppression or harm.

Creepy Sweet Talk: Soothing words used during harmful acts.

Dark Erotica: Erotic content with a dark tone, deriving pleasure from pain.

❌ Please avoid this content if you are uncomfortable with:

Violence in relationships.

Any form of abuse or violation.

I urge you to use discretion when reading. Please, do not emulate this—it’s awful. If you act like this in real life, you’re basically signing up for a one-way ticket to jail.

Creak—Creak—

“Ahh…”

The rectangular room echoed with the clank of metal and faint, breathless moans, as if life itself were slipping away. The scent of sweat permeated the air, drenching the bedroom like a primal force, as if wild animals were overtaken by pheromones.

And Phainon was that beast.

The man with pure white hair was violating your thoughts, his thick hips thrusting in and out of y/n’s body with unrelenting force.

Every second that passed… he craved it more.

“H-Hng…”

The more you tried to make a sound, your eyes glazing over as if losing consciousness, the more you seemed to lure him deeper into obsession.

“Ahh…” He panted heavily, strands of hair falling over his face with each rhythmic thrust. His hands gripped your waist firmly, lifting it as he drove himself in with full force—you screamed, mouth agape like a female animal, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling.

“N-No… no more… please stop…”

After being used for so long, your trembling voice barely escaped.

Tick—Tock—

The clock beside the bed ticked slowly, drowning out your every sound—it caught in your throat.

You swallowed thick saliva, the taste of his release still lingering in your mouth, marking you. The musky scent clung to your face.

“Ugh—” You nearly gagged, but nothing came up except sticky saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your chin.

“Please… stop…”

Every word you uttered, every ragged breath, felt like a needle piercing your lungs—pure agony.

He didn’t cherish your first time at all.

And that thing of his—it was monstrously huge. You, so small, had to take it all.

Just let me die already.

Thud—Thud—

The sound of flesh colliding blended with your gasps and moans, showing no sign of stopping or heeding your hoarse pleas.

He kept moving, watching the pitiful tears stream down your face. A tightness grew in his chest at the sight of your tears, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to make sense of it.

Was he doing it wrong?

His large frame leaned down, bare chest pressing against your back. His thick arms wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid you’d vanish and this would all be a lie.

But the bodies pressed together, the ragged breaths, the grinding creaks of flesh against flesh—they echoed in this dark room, a reminder:

You were his.

And Phainon could do it…

He could drag y/n beneath him.

You were his alone.

His large hand cradled your face, tilting it back. He saw every ounce of your sorrow through the misty veil in your eyes, brimming with tears—making your beautiful face look even more like a fragile creature.

“Let me go…”

The perpetrator listened to your sobbing voice, not fully understanding, but never looking away.

Why did you seem so afraid… when at times, your body moved in sync with his?

Down below, you clenched around him tightly, as if you didn’t want him to leave—or maybe he was misreading it.

No, that wasn’t it.

You were probably just too shy.

And so warm inside… that meant he was doing it right.

Your weak arms tried to push him away.

The man you once trusted.

You wanted to scream at him, at your own heart, to shout with all your might, but the strength was sapped by the drug he’d given you with a smile—a face like an innocent puppy, lying that it was just a muscle relaxant. And you believed him without a second thought.

Rewind to earlier: you’d come to visit Phainon’s house to nurture a good friendship. Everything seemed normal until you drank the water he offered.

The next thing you knew, your world spun, and you collapsed into his arms. For the first time, you saw his clear blue eyes darken, as if he were blind, staring down at you.

You clenched your teeth, a flood of emotions choking you, your throat burning as you fought back the bile rising within.

Phainon, the sword-obsessed boy you’d treated like a younger brother, was doing this to you?

It was infuriating.

But the only thing you could say was…

“Your damn muscle relaxant does this?”

But it was hopeless as he pressed your head down onto the soft bed.

Call it civilized cruelty.

Your walls clenched around him, as if trying to push him out… but the soft, warm resilience that only he could feel…

Wasn’t that tenderness?

So why did you resist… when your body responded to him?

He noticed your skin, flushed with rose-like marks from his kisses, and your hoarse pleas despite how tightly you gripped him inside, as if embracing him.

It was different from your pale, unhappy face—contrasting the vibrant warmth within.

Unlike before… when you always smiled brightly at him.

Was he not gentle enough?

Did he need to love you more?

He thrust harder, hoping you’d like it, but all he got was a scream as you buried your face in the pillow, nails digging into the sheets. Blood seeped from your hands.

His eyes trembled, his body easing up without a word. Worry gripped him—despite the large bloodstain on the bed, a grim decoration.

“Don’t do that… you’ll hurt yourself,” he said, reaching for your clenched hands, slipping his thick fingers between yours, holding them with care.

“Hold onto me… don’t harm yourself.”

His voice was soft. As he spoke, you gripped his hand tightly. He flinched, glancing at your nails digging into his flesh, small drops of blood falling onto the sheets, mingling with yours.

It didn’t bother him enough to scold you. Instead, he felt relieved that you stopped hurting yourself and trusted him instead.

You dared to hold him… that meant there were still good feelings left.

He smiled faintly, his furrowed brow relaxing.

Thank you for still loving me… as I love you.

He leaned closer, his massive frame pushing deeper to fill you—

Your back arched unintentionally. “A-Ah—” Saliva dripped from your mouth as he went too deep.

He patted your head gently, sinking into the white sheets.

“Well done… you’re enduring so well. Just accept everything…” He leaned close to your ear. “And you’ll understand me.”

His wicked words were timed perfectly with the thrust of his hips into your perfect rhythm—the final one.

Then, with a low groan, “A-Ahh… y/n,” he released his love into your womb. Your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming fullness.

“Mm…” Your weak moan came as the warmth flooded you, thick and sticky, pushing out the remnants as it spilled from you.

Your eyes drifted…

Is it over?

You were on the verge of passing out. The clearest image in your mind was the door and the faint light seeping under it, as if waiting for a chance.

Even if the light was dim…

Unknowingly, your exhausted body awakened a clear desire. Your arms reached out for that faint hope piercing the room’s darkness.

If only I could open it…

But suddenly, a large hand covered your eyes, plunging you into darkness. His cold touch sent a chill down your spine.

You couldn’t see anything… it was all dark.

Like your future.

A cackling laugh sounded above you. He might’ve thought it was cute, but to you, it was the sound of a reaper ready to take everything.

“Where are you looking, love? Look at me,” his playful tone mocked, crushing your hopes repeatedly.

He grabbed your arm, pulling it back, his nose nuzzling your bruised skin, marked with his scent. It was intoxicating, kissing from your palm to your shoulder.

Creepy, you thought.

He finished by dragging his wet tongue along your cheek. Your body froze, helpless.

All you had were tears of disgust and self-pity, dripping one by one.

A reminder of your foolishness for trusting this man.

Before he kissed your cheek lovingly, wiping your tears away gently.

Kiss.

He locked eyes with you—his gaze screaming one thing:

I love you, y/n. You are mine.

“I love you so much… so much I’m afraid you won’t understand,” he groaned, lingering inside you, stroking your head to soothe you, his touch gliding from your crown to the nape of your neck… emphasizing it.

“A-Ahh…”

It was gratifying that you still responded, even if it was a trembling sound. But your fearful expression… no, you were probably just tired.

He admired your face a little longer.

If you could smile for me every day, that’d be perfect.

Like before—

He slowly withdrew, despite how tightly you held him.

“Phew… such a good hug,” he said.

Your head was pulled back, teetering on the edge. You gripped the sheets painfully with his final thrust… he’d succeeded.

Pop—a wet sound as your bodies parted, the hollow feeling meeting the cold air.

He placed a hand on your soft backside, kneading over old marks. Your breathing grew heavy with each touch, as if you didn’t want it.

Your glistening release turned his core into a lollipop, small droplets falling onto his strong thighs.

His heart skipped, finding it adorable.

Beautiful… so beautiful.

Made just for him.

So, he had to reward his good girl.

He grabbed your hair, lifting your face.

“Well done, love,” his deep, sweet voice said.

He brushed around your swollen, bruised flower, now leaking with milk, trailing down your inner thighs marked with bites and bruises.

So endearing… perfect for y/n.

Your eyes met his, but you couldn’t tell how he saw you. Suddenly, your tears welled up even more in his hands.

“Please—” He pressed a finger to your lips, smiling subtly, and you fell silent.

“You cry a lot, don’t you? Does it hurt anywhere specific, love?” he asked, blinking innocently, like a puppy waiting for its meal—though half the food was already gone.

You stifled a sob, unable to answer, but he knew why.

He pulled you into a warm embrace, your small frame melting into his arms like a clingy kitten.

Trembling… trembling… trembling for love.

“Want another round?”

Your body shook harder, head shaking frantically.

You couldn’t fight his actions anymore.

“N-No…” Your wide, trembling eyes pleaded.

And everything went quiet.

Tick—Tock—

Only the bedside clock kept ticking, and you wanted to thank it for staying with you in this moment.

Until—

Tick—Toc—

“Hmm…”

He broke the silence with a thoughtful hum, tilting his head slightly as he held you tighter.

“Tired already?” His question came out of nowhere, his tone flat and strange, making cold sweat trickle down your hands.

His face now showed no emotion.

“I’ve been doing this for so long… please, I need a break…”

Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled like a chicken plucked and awaiting slaughter.

He didn’t respond, his hands kneading your waist like marshmallows, squeezing and releasing while his eyes never left you.

“Ugh—” You swallowed, looking away, your hands unknowingly gripping his arm.

“Alright,” he said.

You glanced back, disbelieving. He chuckled softly, fondly—surely he wasn’t that cruel.

“I get it… I won’t force y/n anymore,” he said, touching the back of your hand, rubbing gentle circles.

His warm touch was reassuring, as if confirming his words.

Your eyes welled with tears of joy—you’d escaped this hell.

But then… the hardness that had softened—

Now began to swell behind y/n.

His hot breath grazed your ear, his shameless whisper contradicting his earlier gentleness.

“But I want to…”

His words sent a jolt through your nerves, praying it wasn’t real.

But reality is eternal.

“Can you endure for me a bit longer, y/n?” He held your hand tightly, gently but unyielding.

“Of course… for your sake too.” He smiled softly, his pleading eyes almost sweet.

Hell never left—it lived in this man.

Your eyes widened with… what? Fear?

No—you must be thrilled by him.

He leaned in, sealing your lips with his tongue, your muffled moans breaking through.

As he opened his eyes, he met y/n’s tearful gaze.

His eyes burned with obsessive love, almost desperate—unlike his precise, knowing movements, as if he understood exactly what you needed.

Pushing, violating, going as far as it took until he was satisfied with y/n.

“Mm!” You moaned in pain and tremors, your body trying to pull away, but his fingers moved inside you again, slow but deliberate.

Your back collapsed unexpectedly, moaning in rhythm with his fingers.

“Mm—Ahh!”

It was impossible… this wretched body.

His fingers kept moving, pressing firmly against your soft, wet walls.

Slosh, slosh.

He rejoiced every time you responded, his heart racing as your back arched beneath his chest, as if seeking refuge and begging for more love.

It was an honor to bring you such pleasure.

“A-Ahh…” Your sweet moans slipped out, despite your efforts to hold them back.

No—this shouldn’t be happening.

You thought, locking eyes with him. His gaze held something indescribable, as if whispering, “You like this, don’t you?”—the cruelest question.

But before you knew it, he pulled you back into a kiss, this time with increasing urgency, stealing your breath without you realizing.

As you neared suffocation, he pulled back, withdrawing his fingers, giving you a fleeting moment to breathe.

Mixed with a strange sense of emptiness…

“Ha… ha…” And that was the terrifying part.

Because it meant your body was starting to remember his touch.

As the thought ended, everything fell silent. Your body froze, unable to accept it.

No… I don’t like his touch.

You sank into a trance, no words escaping.

Only your honest body spoke.

I don’t like him after all this—never.

“Figured it out yet?” His voice snapped you out of your daze. He studied your face, smiling faintly at the confusion and desperation swirling in your eyes.

“Missing me already?”

You froze, but he didn’t wait long.

He cradled your face. “Trust me…”

He brushed hair from your cheek, marked with his bite. “You won’t be able to live without me anymore.” His warm finger traced the mark.

You swallowed, unable to speak, seeing his unshakably confident eyes… terrifying you.

Afraid it might be true.

“Do you love me, y/n?”

At his question, you answered without thinking, though your heart was clouded, as if a knife shadowed your throat.

“N—”

But he was always faster.

He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close gently but too firmly to escape. His weight nearly crushed you, like a net trapping a fish.

Not to escape…

He kissed you again, ignoring your protests or resistance. This kiss was deeper than ever.

The sound of saliva was intoxicating, even if you didn’t fully reciprocate.

Still so stubborn…

He pressed y/n’s head closer, immovable, slipping his tongue deeper as if carving himself into your soul.

Don’t forget this love.

His heart reflected through his sky-blue eyes.

A gaze you hated, one you’d never forget.

Because it was…

Too real.

The main concerns were…

Why hasn’t anyone come to help you?

Why is this room only filled with you and Phainon?

And why you—

But the most terrifying thing—

The feelings of the sword-obsessed man and y/n.

“Y/n, are you there?”

Suddenly—your heart jolted. You glanced at the faint shadow under the door.

“Is y/n in this room?”

Your eyes sparked with hope. “Mm!”

You pushed against him, struggling against the man kissing you so fiercely that the taste of blood filled your mouth.

“Stay still, y/n,” he growled through clenched teeth, tightening his embrace until you felt like you were melting into his suffocating love.

Blocking every sound, every chance to escape.

But you knew what you had to do. You grabbed a handful of hair from his shin and yanked it out, more effective than any waxing innovation.

Phainon yelped, his sturdy frame pulling back instantly.

“Ouch!” he cried, while you prepared to scream. His heart raced, adrenaline surging at your resistance.

“I w—”

Whoosh—

His strong hand lunged at you swiftly, muscles moving without restraint.

Thud!

“Ugh!” You cried out in pain as his rough hand clamped over your mouth, fingers gripping your cheeks, slamming you against the wall with lightning force.

He moved closer, straddling you, his strong legs pinning your hips, his massive shadow blocking your vision.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Shut up.”

Phainon’s harsh tone made your heart sink. His sky-blue eyes burned like never before. He pushed you harder, your head nearly splitting, your jaw aching.

“Ugh—” You swallowed painfully, gripping his wrist tightly. You saw his hand trembling, his face panicked as if afraid you’d break.

But in a flash, he regained control, easing his grip slightly but still firm, ensuring you had no chance to cause a scene.

“Well… not in the room today, huh?”

A voice came from outside, and the shadow under the door began to move… footsteps fading away.

Further and further.

Like your fading hope.

“Mm! Mm!” Your muffled cries were useless.

When the light under the door vanished, it was just you and him.

Your heart sank—hopeless.

The oppressive silence lingered. He hadn’t released his grip, but his sigh seemed to declare his relief… which pained you.

Because you weren’t safe.

Before it became a moment of life instead.

“Love… do you realize what you were about to do?”

His rough fingers squeezed your jaw, silencing you. He might hit you or punish you as you deserved, but seeing your bruised body—caused by him—

It made him pause.

In a fleeting moment, he hesitated. Your terrified, contorted face and trembling body seemed ready to shatter if he went too far again. And—

Your fearful eyes.

They stopped him. He hadn’t meant to scare you this much. So, he loosened his grip, trying to gather his composure.

Phainon exhaled, venting his emotions to avoid overwhelming you. He didn’t want y/n to stop loving him.

Finally, his senses returned. He released you.

His fingerprints were clear on your skin. He wanted to say something but stayed silent… as did you. It didn’t make him feel good.

Instead, he grew anxious to explain or justify himself.

“Love… do you know how much I love you?”

His fingers touched your cheek but froze.

You didn’t respond… didn’t meet his eyes.

He took it as permission.

“I love you so much… I don’t want to hurt you.”

His rough fingers brushed the red marks on your cheek.

Please—don’t be mad at me.

“But you always force me to do this…”

His hot breath grazed your lips.

You didn’t resist… maybe you were listening.

“So, this is happening… because I love you.”

He leaned in, kissing your unworthy lips, hoping you’d still smile at him even on days he was unintentionally cruel.

He knew—you’d understand him eventually and open your heart to him one day.

“Ah—Ngh…”

The gentle kiss turned urgent, becoming a desperate devouring until you could barely breathe. He caressed your body like a delicacy to be savored.

His eyes, filled with obsessive sparkles, reflected a dark tenderness, like a snowstorm sweeping every direction, impossible to stop.

He enjoyed and admired this moment too much—

Y/n, embraced in his love.

His gaze reflected a dim light as he pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting you. Your flushed, breathless face.

Your panting mingled with the hum of the air conditioner.

Whoosh—the cold air gripped your heart.

“Cute… so perfect,” his voice panted.

Unprepared, or perhaps no longer fighting, you were pushed gently onto the bed.

Thud—you fell softly onto the blood-stained white sheets, your shoulders pinned down… marked.

His faint, panting breath was at your ear.

“Love…” His sweet voice whispered softly.

“Just endure for me…”

His rough fingers traced your cheek slowly, yearning in the tense air.

“And I’ll be gentle…”

His lips pressed onto your beautiful eyelids, full of love, as if cherishing your heart forever.

But it didn’t calm you. Instead, your heart stilled, as if accepting this fate.

He was like a winter storm, sweeping everything, freezing it in place under his control.

And you were the stream lost in his land, trapped by the cold.

In the end—seemingly falling for this icy chill.

“Shh… don’t be afraid. I’ll take good care of you.”

His strong leg parted yours, making space for him to enter again.

His eyes burned as he watched you lie still, your hand reaching to pull him closer, seeking warmth in a numbing core.

Let it end.

“Y/n… you’re so cute…”

[fai-y00]

EP.3 — Good ending

Aventurine × Reader (Y/N)

(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)

Warning: The content does not strictly follow the game’s storyline. It has been adapted and expanded based on my imagination. If you don’t like it, please feel free to skip! 😭✨ Some parts are fictionalized, so please forgive me! 🙏🙏🙏

This fic was written to soothe my own heart. I’m so upset—why is everyone so mean to Aventurine? sobs 😿

This part was written during the storyline of patch 2.1.

Aventurine steps into the next significant memory.

"Here, take this," I said.

Aventurine takes the locket and examines it. He opens it to find an encouraging message inside:

"Your life is valuable. Keep living."

Future Aventurine steps closer to inspect the necklace. A faint smile curves his lips as he recalls this moment—a time when he was sinking so low, he considered ending it all due to the harsh gossip surrounding him.

If he remembers correctly, Senior Y/N was furious back then, ready to confront anyone who dared belittle him. On the surface, it seemed like she cared about him more than he realized.

Aventurine steps into the next significant memory.

"Aventurine!"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are pretty, you know. Like… the moment I look at them, I can tell it’s that mischievous Aventurine."

He scratches his cheek, a little embarrassed, but… what’s with that last part?

"Why are you suddenly complimenting my eyes?" he asks.

"Well… when you’re happy, your eyes always sparkle. It’s like a sky with a rainbow streaking across it. So, I just wanted to say…"

"Say what?"

"Be happy more often. I love seeing your eyes shine like that, not when you’re all gloomy."

To sum it up: she wants to see him happy.

Aventurine covers his face with his hand, overwhelmed. God, how can she be this adorable and kind?

Aventurine steps into the next significant memory.

This memory is from a year later.

"You look grumpy. Got your salary cut or something?" Y/N teases.

"Nah, I’m just tired from work lately," Aventurine replies.

Now with his own place, Aventurine is lounging in the room of his close friend, Y/N. The soft sofa sinks under his weight, causing Y/N to slide closer to him. Seizing the moment, Aventurine leans his shoulder against hers. Y/N doesn’t say anything, just tenses up a bit more than usual.

Aventurine smirks—his little plan to get cozy worked.

"Senior Y/N, how about a hug for some encouragement?" he says playfully.

"Cough!" Y/N chokes on her milk, not expecting her close junior to ask for something like that.

The blond, who’s only grown more charming with age, rubs her back gently, offering a glass of water as if he knew she’d react this way.

"Cough, cough! Thanks," she mumbles, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"What did you say just now?" she asks.

"Can I get a hug for some encouragement from Senior Y/N?" he repeats, clear as day.

Alright, she heard him loud and clear this time. Since he’s her junior, someone she’s looked after for so long, she doesn’t mind.

"If you want a hug, go for it. You’re my close friend, so hug away—I won’t complain."

Aventurine beams, his cheeks practically glowing. He wraps his arms around her loosely, as if asking for permission. Y/N pats his back gently, a sign she’s okay with it. For a moment, she wonders if she’s imagining things—does she see his ears twitching and a tail wagging like a puppy?

But she doesn’t even like dogs.

Suddenly, the hug tightens. Without realizing it, Aventurine squeezes her closer, almost like he’s teasing her. His chest—yes, his actual chest, exposed by that flashy red heart-shaped cutout in his shirt—presses against her.

Oh my God! she screams internally. Am I really pressed against a guy’s chest right now?

Panicking, she pushes him away, her sense of guilt and propriety kicking in. No way! I can’t be getting this close with my junior!

Aventurine, now more confident as an adult, is certain Y/N is thinking exactly that. Why else would she push him away so hard? But in truth, he’s the one trying to get closer.

Aventurine steps into the next significant memory.

In just a few years, Aventurine has risen to become one of the top ten Stonehearts. Everyone envies him, talking about his missions, which he completes with over 90% success. But few know the truth: part of his success comes from Senior Y/N’s constant support and his own relentless effort.

Today, he wants to celebrate by treating her to something delicious. He grabs his phone and texts the person pinned at the top of his chat list.

Chat with Senior Y/N

13:45

Aventurine:

Hey, you free today?

Wanna go celebrate with me?

Anything special you want to eat?

You:

We’re going all out today!

My little kid from back then has grown up!

From now on, I’ll call you Boss Aventurine!

Pick whatever you want to eat—I’m treating!

Aventurine:

I want to eat you.

Message deleted

I’m treating today, no arguments.

Let’s do shabu-shabu.

I’ll pick you up after work.

With his status, he could easily take her somewhere fancier than shabu-shabu, but knowing Y/N’s tastes, he chooses her favorite. This meal is his way of saying thank you, after all.

Aventurine watches Y/N eat heartily across from him. He’s already full, so he busies himself peeling shrimp for her. Sometimes, he wonders if her tiny frame hides a black hole for a stomach—she eats that much.

"You’re not hungry? You’ve been peeling shrimp for me this whole time," she says.

"I’m so full I’m already digesting," he replies.

"If you’re digesting, then eat more. Here, open up!"

Y/N holds a peeled shrimp to his mouth.

Alright, Aventurine thinks, if she keeps being this cute, I might just gobble her up right now. How can someone be this adorable?!

In the end, he opens his mouth and accepts the shrimp without complaint.

What could be better than being fed by the person you secretly like?

Aventurine steps into the next significant memory.

Every moment is being revisited, and more than half of them—whether joyful or painful—feature Y/N in the key frames of his memories. If this were a movie, there’s no doubt she’d be the heroine.

Aventurine knows how close they are, and to him, she’s the most precious person left in his life—more valuable than anything else.

With that realization, he knows it’s time to return to reality.

Six months later.

Today is Aventurine’s anniversary.

You travel to his home planet, a place still as dreamy as ever, now maintained through the cooperation of various organizations. You step back into this land of illusions, quietly recalling old memories as you wander.

Lost in thought, you accidentally bump into someone and fall, hitting the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!" you groan.

"Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was going," the other person says, offering a hand.

You grab the hand without hesitation, about to apologize, when you see their face.

Why does he look so much like Aventurine?

"Aventurine?" Your voice is soft, uncertain. Maybe it’s just someone who looks like him. Or maybe you’re dreaming.

"You still remember me, huh, Senior Y/N? I thought you might’ve forgotten me by now," he says with a familiar smile.

Your heart races as you grip his hand tighter, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Is it really you, Aventurine? You’re not dead? Or… am I dreaming?"

You pull your hand back, trying to process what’s real.

Aventurine chuckles softly.

"You’re not dreaming, Senior Y/N. I’ve woken up from my dream for real this time. It was a good dream, but it can’t compare to being here with the real you."

[fallinangel44]

Fucking Two Bad Bitches at the Same Damn Time!

Phainon x Fem Reader x Dan Heng Permansor Terrae

TW: Multiple rounds & orgasms & positions, P in V sex, Monsterfucking kind of, Tit sucking, Nipple play, Biting, Oral sex, Handjobs, Fingering, Lots of cum, Edging, Clit play(?), Cuckolding cuz they taking turns, Yearning men, Not proofread A/N: This got me in tears. I couldn't upload the header image I wanted so this the placeholder until I figure out what Tumblr got against me 🥀 Word Count: 2.9k+

You felt Dan Heng’s breath curl around your ear as Phainon aggressively made out with you. His tongue traced the inner outline of your mouth as his teeth clashed against yours. It’s like he was trying to devour you whilst memorizing everything about you. Dan Heng’s tail that was wrapped around your waist began to become tighter and pull you further into his embrace, away from Phainon. Breaking the kiss and leaving a trail of spit connecting your lips. Phainon’s heavy blush stains his cheeks as he takes ragged breaths.

“Hey come on now. I thought we were going to share her, partner.” Phainon chuckles as he pushes his bangs out of the way to get a good look at you before making a face at Dan Heng. You turn your head to see Dan Heng frowning.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you get to kiss her for over a minute straight while I watch.”

His voice comes out in a hiss as Phainon huffs. 

You jolt as Dan Heng’s hand grabs your breast and squeezes it. The nipple pebbling under his fingers while Phainon grabs the other and does the same. 

“Oh yeah? You’re the one who lost fair and square in our previous challenge.”

Their fingers move in opposite motions. Dan Heng’s are practiced and gently circle your nub while massaging the soft flesh. Phainon’s hands are rough and calloused. They squeeze your breast like a stress toy while trying to knead the flesh, making you whimper. 

Dan Heng is first to notice your small whimpers during their bickering and showers you with apologetic kisses to the side of your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access as Phainon huffs and begins to suck your tit. His lips latching onto the hardened flesh as his hand trails from your abdomen to your core. His fingers slowly rubbing your clit as he tries to elicit more moans from you while Dan Heng squeezes your waist. He lands hickeys on anywhere his mouth can reach from behind you as he begins to rock into you. His soft moans drift into your ear as you try to hold in your own moans from their touches.

“Moaning and humping her” huff  “from just touching her boobs, Dan Heng?”

“As if you’re doing any better yourself, Phainon.”

They’re squeezing you between their sculpted bodies. They pout before going back at you with even more vigor. Your eyes widen as Phainon leans down to pry your legs open. His breath fans across your pussy.

“Don't cum. Okay?” He asks as he looks up at you. What the-

“Mmph!”

Your moans are muffled as Dan Heng sticks his lips to yours. His tongue pushes against yours as it tries to run away. But he chases it, further and further into the back of your mouth until you're gagging and twisting your own tongue against his. Phainon's is busy with your pussy, drawing infinity signs and tasting your essence. Two thick fingers pump in and out of your hole as he struggles to open you up wider. 

“Come on, baby girl. You gotta loosen up.” He grunts out as he tries to shove a third finger in. Dan Heng’s lips pop off of yours leaving them swollen and love bitten.

“Don't do that. She's not ready.” Dan Heng hisses out as Phainon pouts. 

“How else is she gonna take us at the same damn time then?” He asks confused as he whines against your clit, sending vibrations up into your stomach and making you curl your toes. 

“Don't…” you whimper out, but it's too late. You cum on Phainon’s face, covering it in slick as he continues to pout. He presses a small kiss on your clit and is about to dig back in when he's being pulled out with a hand tangled in his hair. 

“It's my turn.” Dan Heng’s grip is unyielding as he stares Phainon down. A moment of silence passes.

“Fine.” 

They switch spots and now Phainon is behind you while Dan Heng is between your legs. Dan Heng looks at you with tenderness. His touches are soft and featherlight. 

“Y/N”

He cups your cheek before kissing you gently. 

Where Phainon fucks, Dan Heng makes love. 

His fingers bully their way back into you. 

“See. She's loosened up.” Phainon looks over and sees that Dan Heng has shoved nearly all his fingers into you. 

“Good girl.”

He places a small kiss to the temple of your forehead before slowly fingering you. It doesn't take long before your walls begin to flutter and you feel that sensation building up again. 

“Dan-” Nothing fills you. You whine as you realize he's pulled his fingers out. You look at his face to see him slowly licking his fingers off. He doesn't break eye contact making you even more flustered as he cleans each finger one by one. Phainon scoffs and nuzzles his nose against your neck, tickling your skin. 

“Not fair…” You hear him mumbling. Dan Heng chooses to ignore him. You're so caught up in Phainon’s complaining that you don't even notice until you feel a thick length laying on your crotch. You look down. Oh God, it's huge. Your eyes widen as you realize that's going to be in you. Your pupils dart to Dan Heng who gently shushes you while cupping your face. 

“Don't be afraid. It'll fit.” His thumbs rub your cheeks to try and calm you down. 

You saw it. It reaches up to your abdomen. No way. No way is it gonna fit without morphing your poor pussy to its shape. 

You let out a small whimper before Dan Heng presses another tender kiss to your forehead. His hand holds yours while the other holds your waist. You feel the meaty head of his dick rub the outline of your entrance as it slather your fluids together. The precum that had dripped on your stomach, finally dripping down to your core. Though you're not sure how much it'll help…

“Safeword. If it's too much.” Dan Heng grits out as he restrains himself from fully pushing in. His tail slapping dangerously behind him. 

“Ha…” 

He slowly pushes in as he tries to control himself. His teeth gritting together so hard that he feels like they're about to break. When he hears a soft mewl from you, he stops. Barely halfway. His grip on your waist is going to leave behind an indent. 

“Y/N… please… Hah, can you handle more?” He’s pleading as he looks at you. Phainon hasn't stopped pouting as his head stays nuzzled in your neck. His dick snug against your back as he tries to not slip it into your ass. Dan Heng would kill him for sure…

You look unsure even as you nod. Dan Heng can't bring himself to push in further, worried about hurting you. His hands instead choose to clench the bedsheets as beads of sweat begin to drip from his face. He slowly begins to push in and out of you. Your pussy dripping with slick as you try to accommodate Dan Heng’s girth

“Ah!” 

Dan Heng nearly stops. His eyes widening. He looks at your face, worried he's hurt you. But when he sees your face full of pleasure, he begins to move faster. His dick almost slipping out with how fast he's bucking his hips, now that he knows you're okay, that you like this. Little by little, his restraint starts to vanish as his dick begins to inch in more and more. Your hips are about to connect. His balls tightening, thinking about how he's finally going to be fully inside of you- You cum. His fantasy shattering as you clench on his dick, preventing him from moving. He groans as he doubles over you. 

“Y/N!” His lips are back on yours as you moan into each other's mouths. His hands finally going back on your waist. His balls hurt with how much he wants to cum almost making him tear up. He's shifting you, trying to position you on his lap, just so he can be fully inside of you for even a second. But of course he can't. 

“My turn!” 

Phainon is ripping you out of his grip and off his dick. His veiny cock popping out and slapping against his stomach as precum drips onto the sheets, having nowhere else to go. It should've been inside of you… You see his lip trembling, but he holds it together as he watches Phainon spread his legs and seat you on his lap. Phainon's hands hold your waist in an iron grip as he begins to manhandle you, sliding your crotch against his dick to give you a taste of what's to come. 

“Fuck. See that.” He whispers in your ear. You can't even process it fully. Still recovering from the pounding Dan Heng gave you. 

You're brought back to reality when you feel his cock rubbing against your clit. The head catching on it and making you whine aloud. 

“Mmm! Ah! I feel it!”

“Good girl~ See how far it's gonna go in ya?” You look down with teary eyes and see Phainon’s even longer than Dan Heng… Dan Heng might've been thicker but Phainon feels like a whole different challenge. You sniffle.

“It won't… it won't fit.” 

“It will. Don't worry.” 

“1… 2… 3…” He counts down before slowly pushing you onto his dick. You feel the air being pushed out of you as you choke on nothing.

“Phainon! Inch by inch! Not all at once!” You manage to hear Dan Heng shouting at him causing Phainon to frown. 

“I am! You worry too much!” 

Phainon has you split open on his thighs. He's also stopped halfway, just like Dan Heng did at first. Phainon believes in you. He's sure you could've taken it all, but he'll appease Dan Heng. For now. 

“Mmm. So good, princess. All for me?” 

You're delirious as you lay back against his chest. He's too hot. His dick pulses inside of you as it tries to adapt to your tightness. You feel like you're being engulfed by Phainon. 

“Ungh.” He grunts as he finally begins to thrust his hips. The tip of his dick refusing to feel the cold air outside of your pussy.

“So good. All for me. Hah. All mine.” 

You can feel yourself sinking lower and lower on it as you mewl. Dan Heng watches from the edge of the bed. His eyes are glassy and his lips are in a taut line. Your hand reaches out towards him and he doesn't hesitate to hold it like a delicate flower before placing a single kiss on the back of it. 

“Tch!” You hear Phainon scoff before he's pushing you onto your knees. Your hands scrambling from the sudden position change, but Dan Heng grabs them to steady you. 

“Ah!” 

Dan Heng’s dick stands tall and drips precum as it wobbles in the air. Phainon is fully inside of you now. His back against yours as he fucks you like a dog. Pistoning his hips in and out at an absurd pace as his arms stay wrapped around your waist. You're on the verge of screaming from how deep and good he's fucking you. Your walls spasming around his cock as he drools on your shoulder while slurring his words. Dan Heng’s dick is so close. You try to move closer, maybe even put it in your mouth, but instead one particular thrust from Phainon sends your back into an arch and Dan Heng’s dick onto your face. You mewl as Dan Heng hisses but doesn't move away. Precum starts to dot your face as your cheek rubs against his length. You squeeze Dan Heng’s hands as your nipples chafe against the bedsheets. 

“Phainon! Phainon!” 

Dan Heng’s poker face doesn't drop as he hears you moaning another man's name. Your legs shake as you scream from the ecstasy filling you along with Phainon’s cum. His teeth lodged in your shoulder, biting you while he pumps his seed inside of you. You let out a choked cry when you feel Phainon begin to move his hips again. 

“Need you. So good. Need you more.” His hands grip your breasts before pulling your nipples as he bucks into you hard. 

“Enough.” 

You both whimper as Dan Heng pulls Phainon out of you. 

“Please. Please. Please.” You hear Phainon whispering as Dan Heng grabs him by the back of the neck. You collapse onto your face as you finally get to breath. Phainon sitting dejected on the side of the bed as he struggles to catch his breath. His face red and his pupils blown wide. His dick swaying as it pumps out dribbles of cum in the cool air. He whines as he sees Dan Heng help you sit up.

“Are you alright?” 

You nod. Dan Heng presses a soft kiss to your cum-covered cheek before laying you down. 

“Y/N,” you feel his tail coming to wrap around your ankle, prying your legs open.

His hand trails from your cheek, to your neck, to down your abdomen before holding your waist Iike a rare treasure. A streak of white traces where his fingers touched, marking Dan Heng’s path. His hands come under your thighs before lifting them up. Your knees almost touch your head as you whine.

“I love you.” It's a faint whisper but you hear it. Words only meant for you as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. You run out of air again. Your hands flail wildly until Dan Heng holds them and intertwines his fingers with yours. The weight of his body pushing down onto yours and keeping your legs held wide and open for him. His face next to yours as he inhales your scent. 

“mmph! Ah!”

You whimper and moan as he slowly grinds against you. His cock making sure that your pussy never forgets him. 

“Y/N, Y/N,” he softly whimpers your name against your cheek as he continues to move at an unbothered pace. You feel his dick pulse before he starts moving faster. His hips slapping against yours and making obscene squelching noises. Your moans turn into screams as Dan Heng begins to drive into you. His hair clinging to his forehead as he moves to look down at your face. Cum drips out of you as it makes room for Dan Heng’s dick to go deeper. He lets go of one of your hands to hold your leg further away from your core so he can penetrate deeper. 

His whimpers become grunts and moans as only your name leaves his lips. His cheeks slightly dusted with pinkish hues as he refuses to break eye contact with you. Your pussy drools around him as he snaps his harder, trying to chase his release, trying to make sure he cums more inside of you than Phainon. 

Phainon. You had completely forgotten he was there. Not until he slides up to you and takes the hand Dan Heng had abandoned. 

“Y/N…” His body is melded against yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He takes your hand in his and slowly leads it lower until it's on his crotch. 

“Please. I can't. You'll help me, right? You like me too… right?” His voice is pitiful as he begs you to yank his dick. You're too busy screaming your head off from Dan Heng, but you finally relent when you hear Phainon on the verge of tears. He helps wrap your hand around his cock and pleads for you to do anything. You squeeze it as tight as you can, not really being in the right headspace. He immediately cums on your hand. Sperm hitting your abdomen as he whimpers and cries. You turn your head to see he's actually crying into your shoulder while sniffling. 

“Phai-” You feel a hand on your chin move you back towards Dan Heng who's still on top of you. 

“Look at me. I'm the one who's giving you pleasure right now.” 

“AH!” You feel the meaty tip of Dan Heng’s dick hit a certain spot that has you squirming and seeing stars. Dan Heng doesn't say anything. His eyes analyzing you. His hips stilling for a moment before rapidly hitting that spot again and again until you're creaming on him in seconds. 

While you were screaming your lungs out and your legs were jitterbug, you didn't notice the absolute death grip you had been giving Phainon's cock. Tugging and squeezing instinctively causing him to squirm and cry. White painting the entire right side of your abdomen as he chants your name like a mantra. His arms wrapping around your neck for a semblance of stabilization as he leaves small bite marks on your neck and collarbone. 

Dan Heng finally stills inside of you after he's able to pull out a second orgasm. You're too tight for him to continue as he hisses and lays down on you. His weight being supported by his arm near your head to stop from crushing you completely. His hand tangles in your hair as he begins to viciously make out with you. Fangs, teeth, tongue, all clash together as he whispers out sweet “I love you’s” in between. Eventually, Dan Heng pulls himself out of you. You feel like a plug has been lifted as cum spills out of you and onto the sheets. There's too much… You whimper from the loss and from how tender and sore your body is. Hickeys, indents of their hands, and bite marks cover your body but Dan Heng is only staring at your hole. His pupils narrow as he watches your hole flutter. Phainon sits up and stretches. Taking your loosely gripping hand off of his cock.

“My turn.” 

[fai-y00]

EP.2

Aventurine × Reader (Y/N)

(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)

Warning: The content does not strictly follow the game’s storyline. It has been adapted and expanded based on my imagination. If you don’t like it, please feel free to skip! 😭✨ Some parts are fictionalized, so please forgive me! 🙏🙏🙏

This fic was written to soothe my own heart. I’m so upset—why is everyone so mean to Aventurine? sobs 😿

This part was written during the storyline of patch 2.1.

How much time had passed, Aventurine didn’t know. He lingered in a dreamlike bliss, savoring moments that could never return.

Countless bubbles of memories floated before him, until finally, the last one appeared.

Aventurine stepped closer, his multicolored eyes fixed on the bubble. Inside, he saw the image of Senior Y/N—the one who gave him a sense of belonging, both physically and emotionally.

His index finger gently touched the bubble, as if afraid it might burst and vanish.

The scenery around him began to shift. A cold sensation brushed against every part of his body, as though something was wrapping around him. His ears, eyes, and mind grew heavy, shutting out all perception until he could no longer see anything.

In the next fleeting moment, his eyelids fluttered open.

The scene before him was from the time he was being interrogated by Jade. He had caused a massive disaster for the organization.

Thanks to his knack for negotiation, Jade took a liking to him and summoned Y/N.

“Y/N, from now on, take care of this kid.”

Aventurine turned toward the sound of footsteps and saw a woman, probably around twenty years old.

She glanced at him briefly before turning her face away, as if reluctant to meet his gaze. Aventurine didn’t like those kinds of looks, but he still needed someone to use to his advantage.

“Got it,” she said in a flat, monotone voice. She turned and waved him over. “Come on, hurry up.”

He followed obediently.

Once they left the room, Y/N stopped walking, and so did Aventurine. What happened next caught him completely off guard.

She held out her oversized coat toward him.

“Put this on. You don’t want to walk around in clothes that scream ‘prisoner,’ do you?”

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Wipe your face, too. You’re a mess.”

She handed him a handkerchief. Haunted by bad memories, he hesitated to take it.

The Aventurine of the future chuckled at his past self’s awkwardness.

In the end, the woman decided to wipe his face for him.

His past self stood frozen, startled by the touch of a stranger.

“What’s wrong? Hurry up and follow me. I’m taking you to see your room.”

A former slave like him probably wouldn’t get anything better than a tiny, rat-nest of a room.

“A rat-nest room, huh?” he muttered.

“Hey! That ‘rat-nest’ is my room!” she snapped.

“Your room?”

“Yeah, you’re staying in my room until your probation period is over.”

What?! He nearly screamed but reasoned it was still better than having nowhere to sleep.

As they walked, he noticed scornful glances aimed at him, followed by whispers. He knew instantly they were gossiping about him.

Being a former slave who’d caused trouble for the organization, it wasn’t surprising that he’d be the target of gossip. If they could drag him down further, they probably would.

Aventurine’s posture changed. His shoulders slumped slightly, and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Y/N noticed everything. She slowed her pace to walk beside him, keeping a respectful distance to avoid making him uncomfortable. Her sharp eyes scanned for anyone looking to cause trouble.

Sure enough, a group of arrogant, classist people soon blocked their path.

Aventurine kept his head down, signaling his fear of them. Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him toward another route.

Aventurine looked up at the woman holding his hand. Ever since his life had been branded as worth only sixty copper coins, no one had touched him with the intent to protect him. He’d always had to fend for himself.

As they walked, her grip was firm yet gentle, as if massaging his hand to ease his tension, conveying a sense of protection. Along the way, his eyes kept meeting hers by accident.

Her gaze sparkled with determination and kindness.

Her lips moved slightly, and he could read the words: “Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”

Why is she helping me? Aventurine wondered silently, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice his surroundings.

Before he knew it, more people blocked their path. Y/N finally spoke up.

“What, looking for your mom or something?” she taunted.

The future Aventurine whistled, then refocused on the memory unfolding before him.

“You’re holding hands with a slave like that? Don’t you find it disgusting?” one of them sneered.

“I hold hands with whoever I want. It’s none of your business,” Y/N shot back, glaring at the group.

She had lent Aventurine her coat to shield him from their judgment.

“I can’t believe our organization has sunk so low as to hire slaves,” one of them scoffed.

“Yeah, how’d he even get in? Oh, wait—did he sleep his way in?” another jeered.

Why did they have to degrade him like this? He was still human. Y/N glared at their smug smiles, her anger flaring.

But then she felt the hand she was holding tremble. She glanced at Aventurine and saw him shaking.

His expression was blank, but deep in his eyes, she saw it—a plea for help.

Alright, as his mentor and a fellow human, she’d deal with these bullies for picking on the new guy.

“Our organization hasn’t sunk. It’s your pathetic mindset that’s lower than your miserable lives,” she said, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“I get it. Your lives are so pathetic you have to gossip about others to feel better. How pitiful.” She waved her hands dramatically, feigning sympathy.

She caught them gritting their teeth in frustration.

“Don’t cry now, poor things. No one loves you, no one wants you, and your parents didn’t teach you not to look down on others based on status. Oh, wait—maybe your dog-like manners come from being abandoned by your parents, huh? That’s why you have to belittle others to feel noticed.”

Y/N tugged Aventurine along, stopping right in front of the group. She placed a hand on one of their shoulders, patting it mockingly as if offering encouragement, while throwing them the same disdainful look they’d given Aventurine.

“Since you were born, at least don’t act like you were raised by stray dogs. Oh, wait—dogs are worth more than your sorry lives.”

As soon as she finished, she pulled her hand back and brushed it off in disgust for them to see.

“You trash-picker!” one of them spat.

“Trash-picker? At least it’s an honest job,” she retorted.

“If you’ve got more insults, spit them out now. I need to get the newbie to rest.”

“Hmph, rest? You mean sleep with him?” they sneered.

“I’m protecting him from foul-mouthed jerks like you. If anyone has a problem with Aventurine or his role here from now on, they can talk to me or Jade.”

“But if your words don’t please me, watch out—your salaries might end up paying for your hospital bills.”

With that, she hooked her arm around Aventurine’s neck and dragged him out of the tense atmosphere.

…

“If anyone bothers you again, come tell me, alright?” Y/N said when they reached her room.

She looked at Aventurine with an amused smile, noticing how he was sneaking glances around her room like a curious kid.

She let go of his neck, and Aventurine let out a heavy sigh, clearly relieved.

“Why did you help me? Usually, no one helps. They just push me down further,” he asked.

“What? That’s ‘usually’? When you see a fellow human being treated unfairly, stepping in to help is what’s normal!” Y/N said, grabbing his shoulders to make him meet her eyes, hoping to correct his warped sense of morality.

Up close, his multicolored eyes were stunningly beautiful but carried a deep sadness, as if hiding something heavy in his heart.

She let go of his face and pulled him to sit on the couch, turning on the TV.

“I’m gonna grab some sweets for you to munch on. We’ll get proper food later.”

Y/N wasn’t great at reading people, but judging from his past and current state, he might be struggling with self-worth. So, she decided to bring him some sweets to lighten the mood.

A moment later, she returned from the kitchen with a plate of cookies and fragrant tea, placing them politely in front of Aventurine as if welcoming a guest.

Aventurine quietly observed her actions. They were nothing like the people he’d encountered before. In the past, food was scraps or tossed at him carelessly.

But this time, the food was set down gently, clearly meant for him. She gestured invitingly with a warm smile.

The wariness he’d felt began to fade without him realizing it. He took the food and ate.

His heart felt warm, almost to the point of tears. Her gentle smile and warmth, like an older sister watching a child eat happily, enveloped him.

“Eat up! I’ve got plenty more. Oh, and we’ll need to talk about living arrangements since you’re staying with me,” she said cheerfully.

“Go ahead, I’m listening—cough!” Aventurine choked on a cookie. Y/N quickly handed him a glass of water and patted his back.

“Take it slow. If you’re still hungry, I’ll make more.”

It took a moment for Aventurine to recover, and soon, more sweets were placed in front of him, never running out.

Y/N mentioned the cookies were extras she’d made and couldn’t finish, so she wanted his help eating them.

As his stomach filled, his mood lifted.

Sensing this, Y/N spoke up.

“Alright, I’m gonna lay it out now.” Aventurine nodded, still munching on cookies.

“Rule number one—and it’d be great if you followed this for life.”

Rule? Aventurine froze. More forced rules?

Seeing his expression, Y/N quickly clarified.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t get the wrong idea! My ‘rule’ isn’t about controlling you. It’s a rule to help you live happily!”

“Whatever. My life’s only worth sixty copper coins anyway. I can’t defy you,” he said jokingly, though his heart felt heavy.

Whack!

“Ow! Why’d you hit my head?!” Aventurine clutched his head, glaring at the smaller woman. But his thoughts shifted when he saw her expression—serious, sincere, and completely free of malice or deceit. Unlike anyone else he’d met, except his family, she was the first to look at him with such genuine eyes.

So, he decided to listen carefully to her rule.

“From now on, you’re not allowed to belittle yourself or say you’re worth only sixty copper coins. Every day, every second—whether you’re alive or not—you need to remember that your life is worth more than anything.”

His life was worth something?

“I don’t care how others see you. As your mentor, the first thing you need to do is believe in yourself and stop putting yourself down. It’s hard, but trust me, it’s the most important thing you can do. Every human has their own unique value.”

“Don’t worry. As a fellow human, I’ll help you, Aventurine.”

She saw him as a human. And she wanted to help.

Her resolute gaze pierced deep into his soul. As a former slave, he’d never heard words of encouragement or met someone so genuinely kind.

She was like a faint light—not yet bright enough to pull him fully from his nightmares, but enough to make him want her help for a long time.

The feeling of being cared for stirred something deep within him. Was he wavering because of her kindness? If so, whether it was genuine or an act, he was ready to accept it all.

After all, his life had always relied on luck alone.

“If you ever need to vent, come talk to me, okay?”

The memory faded here, and another bubble floated forward, carrying a new glimpse of the past.

[fai-y00]

EP.1

Aventurine × Reader (Y/N)

(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)

Warning: The content does not strictly follow the game’s storyline. It has been adapted and expanded based on my imagination. If you don’t like it, please feel free to skip! 😭✨ Some parts are fictionalized, so please forgive me! 🙏🙏🙏

This fic was written to soothe my own heart. I’m so upset—why is everyone so mean to Aven-nii? sobs 😿

This part was written during the storyline of patch 2.1.

"Death is the destination of all living things. It cannot be avoided."

"Then why do humans keep struggling to live on?"

A voice responded:

"The important thing isn’t the destination—it’s the journey and what you’ve experienced along the way."

"Your life isn’t over yet. The necklace and the gift from that friend should be proof enough."

After Acheron finished speaking, she walked away and disappeared…

Left behind were a black hole, Aventurine, and Kakavasha.

"Live on." Aventurine clung to the meaning behind Ratio’s gift.

A small spark of encouragement.

He looked down at a locket necklace—the first gift he received after joining the organization, given by his senior, Y/N, who was tasked with looking after him.

He opened the locket. Inside was a short, heartfelt message: "Your life is valuable. Keep living."

A faint smile curved his lips. Y/N’s welcome gift for the new recruit seemed to see right through his thoughts.

Aventurine made his decision.

The blond man turned to face his younger self, bidding farewell to his past and letting go of its hold.

"Aren’t you coming with me?"

"One day, but not now."

Now, only Aventurine remained in the dreamscape.

The dreamscape held every memory. He stepped forward resolutely, hoping to savor its fleeting joy before returning to reality.

There were still people waiting for Aventurine to come back.

Aventurine’s cornerstone flickered and went out, clear for all to see.

You gave a bitter smile, clapping for the success of the junior you once mentored.

Even though you expressed congratulations, your heart felt hollow. Your beautiful face visibly dimmed with sorrow.

"You did it, Aventurine. You achieved your goal… Well done."

Aventurine wandered aimlessly, surrounded by darkness on both sides. Then, he saw his older sister waving at him. A child’s figure—his own—ran toward her eagerly.

That child was him in this moment. Aventurine rushed into his sister’s arms, overwhelmed by longing. Emotions too complex to describe surged in his chest.

Tears from a boy whose life had been valued at just 60 copper coins soaked his sister’s shoulder.

The familiar touch he could never forget coursed through his skin. His blood pulsed as he felt the warmth of her embrace.

It was as if he were holding his living, breathing sister.

"Sis… I’ve missed you so much," he choked out.

Her hand gently rubbed his back, comforting and praising everything that was Kakavasha.

"Have you been okay all this time?"

"Yes… I’m okay," he sobbed.

Her gentle touch brushed across his face, wiping away his tears with care.

"Kakavasha, you’re so strong."

The cunning young man was gone. Aventurine let out unrestrained sobs, unafraid of who might hear. The pent-up pain of his fated life poured out in every tear.

The boy clung tightly to his sister, as if she were a priceless treasure. Tears and snot stained her clothes completely.

Words of longing and heartfelt confessions spilled endlessly from his lips.

"I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you."

He was overjoyed to see her again, even if it was just a memory. Aventurine embraced it without hesitation.

"You must be so tired," a deep voice said above him. A large hand rested gently on the boy’s head, soothing the frightened child who had endured so much.

Aventurine looked up, his tear-filled eyes glimmering as he saw his father smiling at him in his characteristic way.

"My boy, you’re incredible."

"Dad…" The young man’s face crumpled as another wave of tears fell.

"My precious child!" This time, it was his mother’s voice. Aventurine turned, tears streaming, as his mother rushed toward him. She lifted her son and spun him around.

"My precious child! You’re stronger than anyone!"

Seeing her son growing dizzy, she stopped spinning and cradled him, walking toward the rest of the family.

A small family of four, with the little boy at the center. They smiled through tears at their reunion.

The family was together again…

It was the greatest dream of his life.

Even if it was just a memory or an illusion, Aventurine wanted to thank everything that made this dream come true.

His family enveloped the boy in a tight embrace, praying for good fortune to always be with Kakavasha.

In terms of work, Aventurine succeeded. He created an opening for the organization to infiltrate Pancony.

Though Aventurine was no longer there, as a leader, you couldn’t let personal feelings mix with work.

Even as you walked toward the site of the grand performance, seeing remnants that marked your close junior’s existence, no matter how much your heart ached or how much you wanted to cry…

You had to bury those feelings deep inside. No one could see them. The image of a steadfast leader still governed you.

While inspecting the scene, your foot accidentally stepped on something. Lifting it, you saw an item Aventurine always wore.

Your delicate hand picked up the familiar gold pocket watch. It was still wearable, but its shattered face rendered it unusable.

The more you looked at it, the more memories of you and Aventurine played in your mind like a montage.

Your relationship was ambiguous. Y/N, unsure of their own heart, labeled Aventurine as just a junior. Meanwhile, Aventurine often teased and flirted playfully, sometimes acting like he was serious but mostly joking. Your relationship wasn’t entirely clear, but if you had to guess, it was a senior-junior dynamic.

The watch was tucked into your coat pocket.

"Aventurine, have you finally reunited with your family as you hoped?"

Your rough hand covered your face, hiding your weakness beneath a forced smile.

[fai-y00]

I use Google Translate to help with translations, so if anything goes wrong, I’m truly sorry! 🥹🥺

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If you’re interested in reading my fanfics in Thai, click the link below!

👉: https://www.readawrite.com/?action=user_page&user_id_publisher=4861021

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This is my TikTok channel, in case you’re interested in checking out my (y/n) works. I swear on my life that you’ll love them because I pour my heart into every detail of my creations and every character I mention.

Link: https://www.tiktok.com/@banana_red17?_t=ZS-90URlkOLyaI&_r=1