I’m still working on the fics but I have had some serious family issues that taking up my time I will try to get back this weekend. I know I’ve been saying this for some time Brit a lot is happening irl that I have to deal with.
Here is a lil fic inspired by me listening to way too much DMX songs
Im gonna try to post this one out weekly since I found the docx back on my old HDD.. sorry if the switching of POVs messes up the flow
It was hard to tell what day it was. Everything blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and guilt. The darkness outside crept into the house, the weight of my own mind pressing in, making it feel like I was trapped in some kind of fog I couldn’t escape.
I remember the sound of my mom’s voice, her hands pulling me inside. I didn’t resist. I didn’t care. Everything felt… numb. Like I was drifting in and out of a dream, watching my life fall apart without being able to do anything to stop it.
My sister Shantelle, she took my phone without asking. Apparently, someone had leaked the video of me and Jax fighting in the mall. The one where I lost control. I’d forgotten that even before everything with YN, my actions had been under the microscope. Now, it was all over the internet, like I was some kind of spectacle for people to gawk at. There were also videos of YN and me those moments in front of my mom’s house, the ones that should’ve been private. They were out there now for everyone to see. The humiliation washed over me, and I couldn’t escape it.
Then there was Mikasa. She called Shantelle and told her she was flying in to see me in person in a few days. Mikasa… she wasn’t going to let me wallow in my shit forever. I don’t know why, but that phone call made me feel even worse. It was like everyone knew I fucked up. And I didn’t deserve any sympathy for it.
Jax. My own brother. He had a bruised rib from the fight whether it was me or the way he took that hit, I didn’t even care. I knew he was going to be out for a bit with football, and I didn’t even feel guilty about it. He was the one who taunted me, kept poking at me when I was already broken. Maybe it was karma, but all I could think about was how I hurt him. How I’d hurt everyone.
I heard my dad shouting at me, his voice shaking the house. It was the same old drill “You messed up again, Ony. When are you going to learn?” but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Words felt useless now. What was the point? How do you explain to the people who love you that you’ve fucked up so badly that you can’t even forgive yourself?
At some point, Connie and Eren showed up. Connie didn’t waste any time. He came at me with a rage I couldn’t even begin to understand. He laid me out flat for fucking with YN. For throwing everything away over something that wasn’t even hers to begin with. His words fucked my head up I won't lie but the way he cut me out of his life in front of everyone… I deserved it. But hearing it all that from him? It stung harder than anything. He had been my friend, and now I was nothing to him.
Eren, as always, stayed around. He was quieter. Watching everything unfold but not getting in the way. I wasn’t sure if he was still disappointed or if he was just waiting for me to figure this shit out on my own. Either way, I appreciated him not saying much. I didn’t need more words.
But silence? The silence felt like the loudest thing in the room. It was suffocating.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay in that house, in that space where everything I had done was just waiting to be judged. Where I was forced to face the wreckage of my life. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not while they were all here, talking, judging. Not while I was still trying to figure out how I could fix the things I had broken.
MIKASA FINALLY SHOWED UP AT SOME POINT
Mikasa’s presence felt like a whirlwind, cutting through the silence in the house that had felt like it was suffocating me. She didn’t waste any time. She looked at me, eyes sharp with that usual determination she always had.
“Ony,” she said, her voice firm, “I need you to snap out of it.”
I couldn’t look her in the eye. The weight of everything was too much. I was drowning in it, and all I wanted was to be left alone. But she wasn’t going to let me sink. Not on her watch.
“Tell them I’m on some kinda bender or something,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, lie to them. Just leave me alone.”
The words stung as I said them. I wasn’t on a bender. I hadn’t smoked, drank, or even been out to distract myself. I had just been numb, completely checked out of everything. But it didn’t matter. I needed them to think I was spiraling. I wanted them to think that. Because if they believed I was just out of control, maybe that would be an easier story than what I was actually dealing with.
Mikasa didn’t flinch. She didn’t argue or try to soften the blow. Instead, she just walked over, handed me my phone, and said the only thing that really made sense in this moment.
“Here’s your phone. Do the usual apologies. Pick an interview. Not the breakfast, or the club, or any of that Shay Shay stuff. Something else. Change the narrative.”
I glanced down at the screen, the familiar social media apps flashing back at me. I could already feel the pressure rising, the weight of trying to fix something that might be unfixable. The world was watching, waiting for me to say something. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I had it in me.
I sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mikasa just stood there, arms crossed. Her gaze was unwavering. “Then figure it out. Because you’re not gonna sit here and let this destroy you. You owe more than just your fans an apology. You owe it to yourself.”
I took a deep breath, not really knowing where to start. I grabbed the phone, unlocked it, and stared at the camera. My mind was a mess. What was I supposed to say? That I fucked up? That I lost her? That everything I thought I had was gone?
I didn’t have the words. So instead, I just hit IG Live. The camera started rolling, and I was met with the flood of comments. The screen was filled with people who had seen the fight with Jax, the videos, the rumors swirling around. The pressure mounted as I tried to collect myself.
I glanced at the comments some supportive, some angry, others just waiting for the drama to unfold.
I took a deep breath, and with the screen on me, I finally spoke.
“Look, I know I’ve messed up. I know what you all saw wasn’t pretty, but this... this isn’t who I am. I’m not proud of it, and I don’t want to be the person you saw out there. This isn’t about me trying to win anyone back. It’s about me trying to be better. I’ve hurt people I care about, and I’ve got to face that. I’m not perfect. I don’t have all the answers, but I’m trying. And I’m gonna do better.”
The words felt hollow. But it was the best I could do. The live stream went quiet for a second as people processed what I said. I couldn’t tell if it was enough. It probably wasn’t. But I couldn’t keep running anymore. Not from the mistakes I made. Not from the people I loved.
The comments flooded in like a wave.
“I saw Connie took down all his posts with you in it, from way back.”
Ony let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching as the question hit him like a punch in the gut. He rubbed his face, trying to keep it together. He knew that this was the kind of thing people would gossip about, the kind of thing that could turn into a firestorm if he didn’t say the right thing.
“Yeah,” Ony finally muttered, eyes hardening, his tone flat. “He’s pissed. Understandably so. I fucked up, and I know it. I don’t blame him for pulling back. I hurt him, too.”
He paused, running his hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes. But the next comment came in faster than he could process.
“Is your sister Shantelle Carter the famous model?”
Ony couldn’t help but laugh dryly, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, that's my sister. The one who runs her mouth more than anyone else in this family, but don’t get it twisted she’s family. And that means more to me than the fame or the bullshit.”
It was a half-answer, but it was all he had. The questions kept coming, some of them light, others not so much. All the tea pages were spamming his live in dumb ass questions and making up shit that wasn't even true but some nice comments were mixed in as well.
the next question flashed up, making his heart skip a beat.
“I heard they fought cause Jax, his younger brother, was sleeping with YN. Is that true?”
That one hit like a ton of bricks. The room around him felt like it was closing in. He froze for a second, staring at the screen, his mind racing. He could feel the heat rising in his chest. He wasn’t ready to address this, but the lie was already out there, spreading like wildfire. And he knew—if he didn’t say something now, it would eat him alive.
Ony leaned forward, his hand gripping the phone tightly. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he addressed the comment.
“Whoever started that bullshit is straight-up lying,” he said, the anger lacing his words. “There’s no truth to that. That’s just another rumor people are making up. Jax wouldn’t do that to me, and YN... she’s not like that. She didn’t deserve any of this mess. None of us did.”
He shook his head, trying to force the tightness in his chest to loosen. But it was hard. So much of this was out of his control. He wasn’t used to this feeling—being the center of everyone’s gossip and judgment.
His thumb hovered over the phone, unsure of what to say next. But he couldn’t stop now. The questions kept pouring in.
“Ony, are you and YN done for good?”
Ony’s throat tightened. His thoughts flickered back to the last time he saw her—the last time they spoke. He couldn’t give a definitive answer, not yet. But maybe he didn’t have to.
“I don’t know. I can’t say. I fucked up. I don’t expect her to forgive me, not right now. But... I’ll do what I have to do to make things right. If she lets me.”
It wasn’t a perfect answer. But it was the truth. His truth. He wasn’t sure where YN was or what she was thinking. All he knew was he was still here, trying to fix the mess he’d made.
The comments were still flooding in, but Ony didn’t pay attention to them anymore. His eyes were focused, his mind still caught on what he’d said. “If she lets me"
Another one popped up right after, even quicker than the last:
“Yo, I heard you used to hit YN. That true?”
I froze for a second. That comment felt like a punch to the gut. Whoever the hell said that, they had no clue. My jaw clenched hard enough to make my teeth ache.
"Man, whoever started that lie is straight-up wildin'," I growled. "I ain't never put my hands on her. Ever. That’s some bullshit. You want me to be angry? Fine, I’ll own that, but don’t even come at me with that. I’d never lay a hand on her. Anyone who knows me knows that."
I shook my head, trying to keep calm, but it wasn’t easy. I had to keep going, though. So I took another breath.
“You really need to chill with that anger, Ony. It’s bad for your health.”
I stared at the screen, trying to keep it together. “Trust me, I’m working on it. I ain’t perfect, but I don’t need you all telling me what’s bad for my health. I’m trying to get my shit together. Like you wouldn’t be angry if you were in my position.”
Another comment popped up almost immediately:
“Wait, so you and King don’t talk anymore? Did he unfollow you on IG?”
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, he unfollowed me. Guess he’s pissed too. Can't blame him. But you know what? It’s whatever. That’s family, man. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it slide forever.”
A new question popped up, this one way more random than the others:
“Yo, is that chain fake?”
I looked down at the chain around my neck, then back at the screen with a smirk. "Fake?" I said, shaking my head. "Nah, this chain’s real. Real diamonds, real gold. You want the receipts? ‘Cause I’ll give ‘em to you." I let the silence hang for a second before I added, “But hey, if it makes you feel better thinking it’s fake, go ahead.”
The chat blew up with laughing emojis.
“Yo, Ony, I swear you be looking like a whole snack. Can I get your number?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smirk. “Look, I appreciate the love, but I’m not in the mood for flirting right now, okay? Maybe after I sort my life out, we’ll talk, but right now, I gotta focus on not completely ruining everything.”
Another person chimed in, clearly hoping to stir some drama:
“Is King and YN dating now? I heard they’re together after all that drama with you.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "What?! Nah, that’s a hell no," I said, my voice getting tight. "That’s a damn lie. YN is not with King. She’s doing her own thing, and I’m just here trying to put the pieces of my own life back together. Don’t believe the lies.”
One more comment came through before I could take a breath:
“Are you crying, Ony? You soft or nah?”
I laughed, the tension breaking for a second. "Cry? Nah, I ain’t crying." I sniffed. "Okay, maybe a little. But real talk, I’m tired of acting tough all the time. This shit’s real life, man. Y’all can laugh if you want, but it’s not a game. I’m just trying to do better."
The questions kept coming, some funny, some serious, and some downright ridiculous, but I kept going. I answered all of them, pushing back my own pain just to make sure people knew the truth. And when the questions about me and YN finally stopped, I stared at the screen, my chest tight.
I wasn’t going to pretend like everything was fine. It wasn’t. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. My life was a mess. But this was me, and I couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t.
Mikasa told me I should end the live because it was getting chaotic so I tried to steer it back on course a bit.
I turned back to the screen, wiped my face quickly, and stared into the camera.
"Okay, okay... you wanna keep asking questions? Let’s go." I could feel the heat coming off me. "Ask away, shoot. I'm not holding back anymore. Let’s get it."
And the chat exploded. It was like they were waiting for me to slip, to show weakness, to give them something to eat. They didn’t disappoint. The messages came in fast and furious.
🔥 YOOOOOO ONY BACK AT IT LIKE A TRUE KING
🔥 NAH YOU CANT END IT LIKE THIS, LETS GET THE ANSWERS
🔥 Y'ALL KNOW HE STILL LOVES YN HE JUST TOO PROUD TO SAY IT
🔥 HE'S GONNA CRY AGAIN WATCH
🔥 So when’s the album drop? Or nah?
🔥 Will we see you and Connie make up??
🔥 DID CONNIE UNFOLLOW YOU FOR REAL THOUGH?
🔥 Is Jax really okay though? I heard he got bruised ribs, that sounds serious?
🔥 Bruh, why King out here tryna date YN, y’all still cool??
I could barely keep up, but I read every comment. Every one. I had to respond. I couldn’t let them keep running wild.
🔥 OOOOOOOHHH SO CONNIE AND ONY OUT HERE THROWING SHADE AND STILL CREATING THE DRAMA 😂
🔥 Bro he really said King says a lot of dumb stuff, chill on that lmao
🔥 NOT THE DOUBLE STANDARD, LMAO
🔥 So wait... will YN get back with you or is that a wrap?
🔥 YN AND KING?? LMAO DO Y'ALL THINK THEY REALLY GONNA END UP TOGETHER?
🔥 Ony bout to cry again 😂, poor thing
The last comment hit me harder than I expected. “Ony bout to cry again…”
It stung, but I couldn’t back down. I took a breath, wiped my face again, and let out a low chuckle.
"Yeah, I’m still human. I’m not a robot," I said, trying to keep my cool. "But y’all wanna know what’s really funny? Y’all keep talking like you know everything, but most of you don’t. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and talk shit. You think I’m weak? Nah. I’m not weak. I just... care. And you wanna know what else? I’m not gonna beg for anyone’s forgiveness." I leaned in, staring at the screen.
"YN, Connie, King—they all gotta do their part, too. But I’m not sitting around waiting anymore. I’m not just some guy you can keep on a leash because I messed up once. And yeah, I messed up. But I’m not done yet."
The chat exploded again, but this time it was different. People were feeling it. I could see the tone shifting in the comments. They weren’t just waiting for drama anymore. They were listening. Some of them were even backing me up.
🔥 OMG, HE FINALLY SAID IT, Y'ALL BETTER RESPECT HIM
🔥 ONY NOT SITTING BACK ANYMORE, LET'S GO
🔥 HE SAID WHAT HE SAID, PERIODT
🔥 OHHHHH SO Y’ALL NOT GONNA LIE AND SAY YOU’VE NEVER BEEN IN HIS SHOES
🔥 ONY WOKE UP TODAY
It felt good. For once, I wasn’t letting them control the narrative. I wasn’t going to let people twist my story. Yeah, it hurt yeah, it sucked—but I was still here.
I glanced over to Mikasa, who had been standing behind me, silent this whole time. She gave me a small nod. I had her support, at least. I wasn’t completely alone in this.
And I wasn’t going to let anyone think I didn’t deserve respect. Not anymore.
The bell above the door chimes as you step into Ink & Legacy, the tattoo shop owned by Eren Yeager. The place still carries that same clean, masculine energy,dark wood floors, exposed brick walls lined with framed flash and bold, raw artwork, and low moody music playing through the speakers. The scent of antiseptic and faint sandalwood lingers in the air.
Eren looks up from behind the counter, wiping ink from his hands with a black rag. He’s exactly as intense as you remember from your previous sessions: tall, lean-muscled with that signature messy brown hair tied back in a half-bun, a few loose strands framing his sharp green eyes. His black tank top clings to his defined chest and arms, revealing the full sleeves of tattoos that crawl up both arms,a mix of fierce, abstract designs, titans, freedom motifs, and intricate linework he’s known for. A silver chain rests against his collarbone, and the way his jaw tightens when he focuses always makes your stomach flip.
“Back for more?” His voice is low, rough around the edges, with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “Spine piece this time, right? You said you wanted some flowing vines, roses, maybe?”
You nod, describing the design you’ve been obsessing over. He listens closely, green eyes locked on you with that focused intensity that makes the room feel smaller. Then he gestures toward the private room in the back where the tattoo chair sits under bright adjustable lights.
“Alright. Shirt off or up, whatever’s comfortable. You know how I work.”
The session begins professionally. You lie face-down on the chair, chest supported, as the buzz of the machine fills the quiet shop. Eren’s gloved hands are steady and precise, wiping your skin, stenciling, then starting the needle. The pain is sharp but he’s good,checking in every so often with a low “You good?” or “Breathe through it.” His breath occasionally brushes your shoulder when he leans in close for detail work, and you swear his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary when adjusting your position.
Hours later, the shop has long been closed. The “Closed” sign is flipped, lights dimmed except for the one over the chair. Eren wipes the fresh ink one last time, admiring the finished piece tracing down your spine, elegant vines twisting with roses and petals.
“Fuck… it looks insane on you,” he mutters, voice deeper now. He peels off his gloves slowly, eyes tracing the fresh tattoo with clear pride… and unmistakable heat.
You sit up carefully on the edge of the chair, still topless, the cool air making your nipples harden. The tension that’s been simmering the entire session snaps.
Eren doesn’t hesitate. He steps between your spread thighs, one hand sliding into your hair as he pulls you into a rough, hungry kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, his other hand gripping your hip hard. “Been wanting to do this every damn time you laid on my chair,” he growls against your mouth, biting your bottom lip. “Watching you take the needle so pretty… made me wonder how you’d take my cock instead.”
Clothes disappear fast,his tank yanked off, revealing more ink across his torso and those sculpted abs, your pants and soaked panties shoved down your legs. He frees himself from his jeans, thick and hard, veins prominent as he strokes once, eyes dark with lust as he takes in how wet you already are.
Right there on the tattoo chair, he pushes your thighs wider, lines up, and thrusts in deep with one powerful stroke. The stretch burns in the best way, filling you completely as you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Shit, so fucking good,” Eren groans, hips snapping forward immediately. The chair creaks under the force as he sets a ruthless pace, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you spread open. Every thrust hits deep, dragging against that perfect spot inside you, wet sounds echoing obscenely in the empty shop.
You moan his name“Eren” over and over, back arching carefully to avoid the fresh ink. He fucks you harder, leaning down to suck bruises into your neck and collarbone, whispering rough praise between thrusts: “That’s it… cream on my dick. Been thinking about this pussy wrapped around me since your first session.”
The pressure coils tight and fast. Your orgasm crashes over you violently,thighs trembling as you squirt hard, warm fluid gushing around his cock, soaking his abs, dripping down the black leather of the tattoo chair and splattering onto the floor below. You keep creaming on him, walls pulsing and fluttering wildly as the pleasure rips through you.
Eren curses sharply, green eyes blazing as he watches the mess you’re making. “Fuck yes! look at you making a mess all over my chair.” He doesn’t slow down, pounding through your release with deep, grinding thrusts until his own orgasm hits. He buries himself to the hilt, groaning your name low and raw as he fills you up, hips jerking with every pulse.
He stays inside you for a long moment afterward, both of you panting, sweat-slicked and spent. Then he pulls back just enough to glance at the soaked chair and floor, that cocky smirk returning to his lips.
The afterglow lingers heavy in the air as Eren stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last spurts of his release. Your walls flutter around him, milking every drop while the mess you made cools on the leather chair and the floor beneath it. The fresh spine tattoo throbs faintly on your back, a reminder not to move too wildly, but the way he’s looking at you,like he’s nowhere near done makes it hard to care.
Eren pulls out slowly, a thick string of your mixed cum connecting you for a second before it breaks. He glances down at the obscene sight: your pussy still pulsing and leaking his load, the black tattoo chair glistening with your squirt, and small puddles on the dark wood floor.
“Shit…” he breathes, voice rough and satisfied. A low chuckle escapes him as he runs a hand through his messy brown hair, pushing stray strands out of his face. “You really soaked my chair. Never had a client make this kind of mess before.”
He doesn’t reach for cleaning supplies yet. Instead, he grips your hips and effortlessly flips you onto your back on the chair careful enough not to press directly on your fresh ink, but firm enough that your legs fall open wider for him. The position has your ass right at the edge, pussy on full display, still dripping.
“Stay just like that,” he orders, green eyes dark with renewed hunger. He drops to his knees between your spread thighs, broad shoulders keeping your legs apart. “I wanna taste how much you came for me.”
Before you can catch your breath, Eren’s mouth is on you hot, greedy, and relentless. His tongue drags through your folds, licking up the mix of your squirt and his own cum like it’s his favorite meal. He groans deeply against your clit, the vibration making your hips buck. Two thick fingers push back inside you, curling hard against your g-spot while he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.
“Eren fuck” you gasp, one hand flying to his hair, gripping the messy bun as he devours you.
He eats you like a man starved, messy and loud,wet slurping sounds filling the shop along with your broken moans. His free hand grips your thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding you open while he fucks you with his fingers and tongue. Every time you try to close your legs from the overstimulation, he growls and pushes them back apart.
“You squirted so fucking hard earlier,” he mutters against your pussy, lips shiny with your juices. “Do it again. I want you to soak my face this time.”
He adds a third finger, stretching you wider, pumping faster as his tongue flicks relentlessly over your clit. The pressure builds again at lightning speed, your second orgasm ripping through you even harder than the first. You cry out, back arching off the chair as you squirt all over his face and tongue, soaking his chin, dripping down his neck and onto his tattooed chest.
Eren doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last spasm until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.
Only then does he pull back, lips swollen and glistening, a feral grin on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock is rock hard again, flushed dark and leaking as it slaps against his abs.
“Turn over for me,” he says, voice low and commanding. “On your hands and knees, careful with the tattoo. I’m not done fucking you yet.”
You obey, trembling as you position yourself on the chair, ass up, face down against the leather that’s still damp from your first orgasm. Eren stands behind you, gripping your hips and sliding back in with one deep thrust. The new angle has him hitting even deeper, the wet squelch loud as he starts pounding into you again.
“Gonna fill this pussy up one more time,” he groans, one hand reaching around to rub your clit while the other keeps you steady. “Then I’ll clean you up… and the chair. Maybe.”
His pace is brutal and perfect, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. You’re creaming around his cock again almost immediately, the overstimulation making everything feel impossibly intense. Another orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on him as you squirt weakly this time, adding to the already massive mess on the chair and dripping onto the floor.
Eren curses loudly, slamming into you a few more times before he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, flooding you with another load until it starts leaking out around his cock.
He stays inside you for a long moment, both of you catching your breath, the shop now reeking of sex and fresh ink. Finally, he pulls out and helps you sit up gently, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead.
“Fuck… you’re trouble,” he murmurs with a smirk, green eyes half-lidded. “Next time you come in for aftercare or anything for that matter, we’re locking the door the second you walk in.”
He grabs a clean towel and some antiseptic wipes, starting to clean the chair while occasionally glancing at you with that dangerous, satisfied look.
“I’ll have to re-wrap that tattoo properly before you leave. Wouldn’t want anything happening to my work… or to round three in the back room.”
You already know you’ll be back soon,way sooner than any normal aftercare appointment.
Im still working on Broken Pieces part 2 and wrapping up the other fics. I am making content outside of this space so that's also eating up my time for writing since it also entails writing.
Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.
As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.
Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au
Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession
I have to update the masterlist with the missing linked chapters
Masterlist
My head was pounding. My body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, every muscle aching, ribs screaming with every breath I took. The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, but there was also something else,the faint scent of cigarette smoke.
I forced my eyes open, vision blurry at first. The dim lighting made it hard to tell exactly where I was, but the stiff sheets, the steady beeping of a heart monitor, and the IV in my arm told me enough.
A hospital. Or at least… I think it was.
I shifted slightly, a sharp pain tearing through my side, and I let out a low groan. That’s when I saw her.
Hange.
She was sitting in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, lazily twirling a lit cigarette between her fingers. She had that same manic energy in her eyes, like she was enjoying whatever twisted situation she’d found me in.
“You’re finally awake,” she said, her voice smooth, almost amused. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in slow, lazy rings before flicking the ash into an empty cup on the table beside her.
I tried to sit up, but my ribs protested hard. I winced, gritting my teeth as I settled back against the pillows. “Where the fuck am I?” My throat was dry as hell, voice rough like I’d been screaming for hours.
Hange just smirked. “Somewhere safe. For now.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “That supposed to make me feel better?”
She chuckled, tilting her head like she was studying a lab rat. “Not really.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to piece things together. The last thing I remembered was Malik—his voice, the gunshot, the darkness swallowing me whole. My Hellcat burning. Ony Sr’s voice, cold and deadly.
Fuck.
I glanced down at my hands, my wrists still sore as hell from being tied up. “How long have I been out?”
Hange tapped her cigarette, watching the ash fall. “Three days.”
Three days.
I stared at her. “And you’re telling me I ain’t dead yet?”
She grinned. “Not for lack of trying.”
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face, trying to ignore the soreness in my ribs. “Why the fuck are you here, Hange?”
She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, cigarette dangling between her fingers. “Levi sent me.”
That got my attention.
I sat up too fast, pain slicing through me, but I ignored it. “Levi?”
Hange nodded, watching me carefully. “Yeah. You’re a dumbass, by the way. Tipping the cops off on just the weed? That was your mistake.”
I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t snitch on anything else.”
Hange gave me a look that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Eren, you really think the 6ixx gang gives a fuck about the difference? You tipped off the cops at all—that was enough.”
I didn’t say anything.
Because she was right.
Hange flicked her cigarette into the cup and leaned back again. “Levi had to pull some serious strings to keep Ony Sr from putting a bullet in your head. He’s still not convinced you didn’t set Ony up for everything.”
I clenched my fists. “I didn’t.”
She smirked. “Then prove it.”
I scoffed. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I’m laid up in a hospital bed?”
Hange shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out. I’m just here to make sure you don’t bleed out before you get the chance.”
I let my head fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing, trying to piece everything together.
Ony Sr wasn’t going to let this go. Malik damn near killed me. My Hellcat was gone.
And YN—
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t even know if she gave a fuck anymore.
Hange took another cigarette from her pocket, lighting it with slow precision before taking a drag. “You know, Eren, these past few days I got a look into your life…” She exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. “And damn, you’re one messed up fuck.”
I let out a low chuckle, wincing when the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my ribs. “No shit.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “I mean, I saw Mikasa texting your line.” She waved her cigarette for emphasis. “You do know Jean wanna shoot your ass for moving to his girl, right?”
I raised a brow. “Jean’s got a lot of feelings, huh?”
Hange rolled their eyes. “Don’t play stupid. You kissed Mikasa, and now Jean’s walking around like he’s one bad day away from pulling the trigger.”
I scoffed. “Mikasa and Jean are dating.”
Hange let out a dry laugh, shaking their head. “And yet she’s still blowing up your phone, Eren.”
I clenched my jaw but said nothing.
Hange grinned like they had me cornered. “Thought so.” They tapped ash into the cup before giving me a lazy look. “So tell me, Yeager, what’s the real problem here? You out here setting up your own people, fucking around with your friend’s girl, dodging the one person who actually gave a fuck about you…”
My fingers curled into the sheets, but I didn’t say a word.
Hange just chuckled again, standing up and stretching. “You’re a real piece of work, kid. But hey—at least you’re interesting.” They gave me a mock salute before heading for the door. “Get your shit together, Eren. ‘Cause next time, Levi might not be able to save your ass.”
hing—Armin and Annie are expecting.”
I blinked. “What?”
“They’re having a baby.” Hange exhaled smoke. “But Armin wants a paternity test… because of you.”
I scoffed, wincing at the pain in my ribs. “The fuck that got to do with me?”
Hange smirked. “Well, genius, maybe because you’re the one who put it in his head that Annie’s been fucking around since they got together.”
I leaned back against the pillow, sighing. “I know it ain’t my kid.”
Hange snorted. “Oh yeah? Then who’s is it?”
“Check Connie with that,” I muttered, rubbing my temple.
Hange let out a low whistle. “Damn. If that’s true, Armin’s gonna lose his mind.”
“Yeah, well…” I trailed off. That wasn’t my problem. Not anymore.
Hange stared at me for a second before shaking their head. “You’re really a messy fuck, Eren. And yet somehow, this isn’t even your biggest problem right now.”
I exhaled, staring at the ceiling. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Hange took another slow drag of their cigarette, watching me carefully. Then they exhaled and said, "It gets worse."
I frowned. "Worse than getting jumped and nearly killed? Enlighten me."
Hange leaned forward, elbows on their knees. "Your half-brother got shot."
My heart stopped for a second. I sat up too fast, pain shooting through my ribs. "What? What the fuck do you mean he got shot?"
Hange sighed, shaking their head. "He was leaving work. Got caught slipping in the parking lot."
I felt my pulse in my ears. "Who the fuck did it?"
Hange met my eyes, and that little smirk was gone. Their voice was calm, but heavy. "Ony Sr."
The room fell silent. My breathing slowed. My fingers curled into fists on the sheets.
"You're lying."
Hange flicked ash onto the tray beside them. "Nah. Wish I was. But he did it."
I couldn't even speak. My brain was short-circuiting.
Hange tilted their head, watching me. "You look surprised. But you shouldn't be. You knew Ony Sr wasn’t gonna let shit slide. You fucked with his son. You set him up. You got Ony locked. You’re the reason all this is happening, Eren."
I clenched my jaw. My half-brother had nothing to do with this shit. He was just some kid living his life, working a regular-ass job. And now?
I felt my chest tighten, and for the first time in a long time, I had no words. Hange just sat there, watching me, their cigarette burning down to the filter.
"He did it point blank too," they continued. "Made sure Zeke knew this was on your hands."
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry as fuck. "And my nephew?"
Hange sighed, rubbing their temple. "Spared. Ony Sr don’t kill kids." They hesitated. "But… Zeke’s girl? She’s uhm… dead."
My stomach twisted. My head felt like it was spinning. Zeke’s girl, the mother of his kid. Dead. Because of me.
I barely whispered, "Fuck."
Hange just nodded. "Yeah. Fuck."
I ran a shaky hand down my face. My ribs screamed in protest, but I barely noticed the pain anymore. My mind was racing, but there was nowhere to run. No way to fix this.
My head was pounding, and I could barely process what Hange was saying.
"Your nephew’s gonna grow up without his mom—that’s on you," they said, watching me like I was some kind of science experiment. "I mean, it would’ve been, if Zeke didn’t beg me to save her life. I owed him a favor. But now he owes me one."
I exhaled shakily, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
"Don’t worry, though. Ony Sr knew I saved her. Said he’s a wicked man, but he wouldn’t want a child to grow up without a mother’s love." Hange flicked their cigarette, letting the ash drop onto the floor like it didn’t matter. "But now Zeke—who, lucky for you, is a lawyer—has to figure out who’s framing Ony. And if all roads lead back to you, Eren…" They grinned, sharp and knowing. "You’re cooked."
I clenched my fists. My body was weak, my ribs felt shattered, and my car was gone. Ony Sr had already taken everything from me, and now my life was hanging by a thread.
"So tell me, Eren," Hange leaned in, voice dropping low. "Did you set Ony up? Or are you just a dumbass caught in the crossfire?"
I said I only tipped the Lil weed off. I wanted him out of the dance for a month tops. Not all this. Ony ain't no human trafficker we don't fuck around like that ony wouldn't even store guns only his...then my eyes widen...... call Connie in here for me hange I gotta ask him sum
Hange raised a brow, clearly amused but still intrigued. They took a long drag from their cigarette before exhaling a slow cloud of smoke.
"You’re lucky I like messy shit, Eren," they muttered before pulling out their phone and shooting Connie a quick text.
I could barely sit up, my ribs screaming in protest, but my mind was racing. This whole situation was way bigger than I ever expected. I just wanted Ony out of the picture for a little while, not buried under a mountain of charges he didn’t even commit.
I ran a hand through my hair, my breathing uneven. Somebody set him up. And if it wasn’t me… then who the fuck was it?
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Connie walked in, eyes scanning the room before settling on me.
"Damn, bro," he whistled. "You look like shit."
"Yeah, yeah, fuck all that," I waved him off, my voice hoarse. "I need to ask you something, and you better be straight with me, Con."
He frowned, leaning against the wall. "Aight, what’s up?"
I swallowed hard, my mind going back to what Hange just said.
"Did Ony ever let you or Jean store anything at his place?" I asked, locking eyes with him.
Connie's face twitched, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he masked it with his usual carefree front. "Nah, you know Ony don’t play that shit, man. He barely let me smoke in there, let alone store some hot shit."
I exhaled, trying to piece it all together.
"Then how the fuck did they find all that shit in his house, Con?" I asked, my voice low. "If neither of us planted that evidence… then who did?"
The room went silent. Connie shifted uncomfortably, looking away.
That hesitation? That was guilt.
"Connie." My voice was sharp now. "Tell me what the fuck you know."
“I think it's yns dad.” Connie said under his breath. “he said sum that's been buggin me.... he told Ony right before he got locked up he said I think you need a Lil time out ony.. then police was all over that bitch but Ony ain't move or flinch”
I stared at Connie, my jaw clenching. "Y/N’s dad?" My voice came out lower than I expected, my mind racing.
Connie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, man. He said that shit real casual too, like he already knew what was about to happen. ‘I think you need a lil time out, Ony.’ Then boom, cops everywhere, like they was waiting for the green light."
I ran a hand down my face, my ribs aching with the motion. If that was true, then Ony didn’t just get set up—he got betrayed by someone close to him. Someone who had enough pull to make shit happen.
"Why the fuck would Reggie do that?" I muttered.
Connie shrugged. "I dunno, man. But think about it. That motherfucker always been about control. He don’t want Ony runnin’ things, maybe he wanted to shake the structure up, get somebody else in charge, or…" he hesitated, "or maybe he just don’t like the way Ony been movin’."
I gritted my teeth. This was bigger than I thought. It wasn’t just me snitching on some weed to get Ony out of the way for a bit—this was a full-on takedown.
And the worst part?
Ony Sr. was back now. And if he found out Reggie was behind it?
Blood was gonna spill.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my ribs aching with every breath. My mind raced, piecing shit together. If Reggie did this… if Ony Sr. found out? Nah, this wouldn’t be just a war
it’d be a fucking bloodbath.
I looked at Connie, my hands gripping the thin hospital blanket. "You deadass think Reggie set up his own nephew? That’s foul, man."
Connie rubbed his face, exhaling like this whole thing was giving him a headache. "Bro, you not hearing me. It ain't a 'think' situation,it's a 'know E' That Reggie been moving funny for a minute. You ever notice how he’s always around, but he never really in the mix? Like, he plays the sidelines too good."
I thought back to every time I’d seen Reggie,always there but never making too much noise, always watching, always calculating. A motherfucker like that wasn’t just sitting on his hands.
"And think about it," Connie continued. "Right before Ony got bagged, Reggie told him some slick shit. 'I think you need a lil’ time out.' What kind of shit is that to say, Eren? And then, boom! police is all over Ony’s shit like they had a fuckin' GPS on his ass. But Ony? Nigga ain't even blink. He ain't run, he ain't argue, he ain't nothing. Almost like he knew he was being set up but couldn't do shit about it."
I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t adding up it was all clicking into place too perfectly.
"So, what?" I muttered. "You think Reggie tryna take over the 6ixx? That don't make sense, man. Ony Sr. been the head of this shit since before we was even born."
Connie shook his head. "Nah, he ain't tryna take over he tryna wipe the slate clean. Think about it, bro. Ony Sr. was supposed to be gone forever, locked up for life. So Reggie was sittin’ real comfortable, running things from the shadows. But then Ony Jr.? Nigga was out here getting too big, too powerful. He ain't need Reggie no more. He was doing shit different, tight, like you said. The whole gang was locked in on him. But then?" Connie snapped his fingers. "Boom. He gets taken out, just like that. And now Ony Sr. pops back up outta nowhere? That's gotta be Reggie's worst nightmare."
I ran a hand down my face. "Fuck, man." This was bigger than me. Bigger than just some petty beef.
Connie leaned in, voice dropping lower. "Listen, we gotta move smart with this. Cause if Ony Sr. finds out his own brother set up his son?" He paused, shaking his head. "E, it's gonna be straight genocide in this bitch."
I already knew that. Ony Sr. was a different breed; he was old school, real wicked with it. He shoot first, man don’t even ask questions. He dont spare a soul. If Reggie played him like this? There wouldn’t be a 6ixx left standing.
And I was sitting in the middle of it, already bruised, already broken. I was the one who snitched on the weed, but that other shit? The gun charges, the trafficking allegations? That wasn’t me. That was something bigger, something deeper.
"So what we do, nigga?" I asked, voice tight.
Connie exhaled through his nose. "First? You get your ass out this make shift hospital. Second? We find proof. Cause if Ony Sr. makes a move without proof, it’s gonna be war with the whole family. And if that happens?"
He looked me dead in the eye.
"Man, we all dead."
Eren sighed then asked “How Levi the head of this gang something doesn’t make sense to me at all.” The door opens, we see Erwin casually walking in, his eyes cut to Hange, then Connie then me. Ht started
"Let me explain how this goes," Erwin started, rolling up his sleeves. "This shit didn’t start with Ony Jr., and it sure as hell didn’t start with you, Eren. It goes way back. Decades deep. You see, Reggie and Ony Sr. they're brothers, but that don’t mean they ever saw eye to eye. Reggie was always trying to be like Ony Sr. Wanted the same power, the same respect. And at first? Ony Sr. was fine with it. Thought it was just little brother shit. But then it got… weird."
Eren narrowed his eyes. "Weird how?"
Erwin exhaled, rubbing his temple like he was trying to decide just how much to say. "Reggie didn’t just wanna be like Ony Sr.,he wanted everything Ony Sr. had. The money, the name, the lifestyle… even the women. Every girl Ony Sr. liked? Reggie would find a way to slide in right after. It was obsessive. It was fucked."
Connie shook his head. "Nigga, what? That's creepy as hell."
Erwin nodded. "Yeah. And Ony Sr. ain’t blind. He noticed. But he let it slide,until it got dangerous. See, when Ony Sr. founded the 6ixx, it wasn’t supposed to be what it is now. He was already deep in the streets,carjackings, grand theft, all that shit. But then he took it to another level. That’s how Levi got roped in. Ony Sr. jacked Levi’s car, then forced him to work for him. Levi hated him at first, but that’s how they met."
Eren’s brows furrowed. "Then how the hell did you get involved?"
Erwin smirked, like the answer was obvious. "Levi. He brought me into the fold. Back then, we were just trying to survive. But Reggie? He wanted power. He wanted control. And when Ony Sr. got locked up?" Erwin’s smirk faded. "Reggie saw his chance."
Eren’s fingers twitched, his mind working overtime. "So you’re saying Ony Sr. took charges that weren’t even his?"
Erwin nodded slowly. "That's exactly what I’m saying. It wasn’t just his case—it was mine, Levi’s, and Reggie’s. A whole list of shit: double homicide, illegal weapons charges, drug trafficking,you name it. But Ony Sr. did what he had to. He took the fall. Told us to keep shit in check while he was gone. He left Levi in charge and left Ony Jr. and his mother behind. She was pregnant at the time with Ony's little brother. Ony Sr. was about to marry her before he got locked up."
The room fell into silence.
Eren swallowed, his throat dry. "So let me get this straight... Reggie sat back and let Ony Sr. take all that? And now he’s tryna wipe Ony Jr. out, too?"
Connie clenched his jaw. "Yeah, man. And if we don’t stop this shit, the whole fuckin’ 6ixx gonna collapse."
Eren exhaled sharply. This was bigger than he ever thought. Bigger than just a snitch tip. Bigger than just Ony Jr. getting locked up. This was a war brewing, a family split down the middle.
And if they didn’t move right?
Everybody was fucked.
Erwin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re catching on, Eren. Reggie didn’t just let Ony Sr. take the fall,he made sure he never had a chance to come back. See, the whole thing was set up. Ony Sr. was supposed to take the rap, do a stretch, and when he came home, everything would be waiting for him. But Reggie?” Erwin scoffed. “That nigga made sure he never had a home to come back to.”
Connie frowned. “What you mean?”
Erwin exhaled through his nose, like he was getting ready to drop a bomb. “Reggie flipped on the whole organization while Ony Sr. was locked up. He started cutting his own deals, aligning with different crews, turning the 6ixx into something unrecognizable. He made sure Ony Jr. had to scrap for every bit of respect, kept him at arm’s length, always second-guessing his own moves.”
Eren rubbed his temple, piecing it together. “And now that Ony Sr. is out…”
Erwin nodded. “Reggie is scrambling. Ony Sr. was never supposed to get out, not alive. He made sure of that.”
Connie shook his head. “But how? Nigga got locked for life. Who the fuck gets out of that?”
Erwin smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Powerful friends.”
Eren’s jaw clenched. “Who the fuck helped him?”
Erwin shrugged. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Somebody wanted Ony Sr. back on the streets. Someone with reach. Someone who knew shit was about to hit the fan. And now?” He looked at Eren. “You’re in the middle of it.”
Eren’s stomach twisted. He had been playing games. Playing with Ony’s fate, playing with YN’s emotions. But this? This wasn’t a game.
“So what’s the move?” Eren asked.
Erwin looked at him, expression unreadable. “That depends on you. Ony Sr. thinks you set his son up. Reggie is still pulling strings. And the whole city is waiting to see who makes the first real move. You got a choice, Eren. Either clean this mess up…” He tilted his head. “Or get buried in it.”
I ran a hand down my face, exhaling hard. My ribs ached like hell, my body was sore, and my head was pounding from everything I’d just learned. But none of that compared to the way my stomach twisted at Erwin’s words.
"Reggie’s gonna kill me, man. I’m fucking with his daughter."
I expected Erwin to nod, to confirm the shit I already knew, but instead, he just laughed. Not a regular laugh, either,this was that you dumb as fuck laugh.
"You really think that man gives a fuck about YN?"
That shit made me freeze. My heart stuttered, and I felt my face scrunch up as I stared at him. "The fuck you mean?"
Erwin shook his head, his tone calm but laced with something sharp, something real. "Reggie ain’t never cared about YN, Eren. She ain't his golden child. That’s Malik. YN? She just a piece on the board. She only valuable to him if she benefits his game. And right now?" He shrugged. "You’re more useful dead than alive to him."
My jaw clenched so tight I could hear my own teeth grinding. My mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. I thought I had everything figured out. I thought messing with YN was dangerous because Reggie would come for me over his daughter. But the truth was colder than that.YN wasn’t even a fucking factor to him.
She wasn’t the princess he was guarding. She was just another pawn. Disposable. Sacrificed if needed.
I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling crawling up my spine. "Nah. Nah, that don’t make sense."
Connie exhaled sharply beside me, rubbing his face. "Shit… but it do make sense, bro."
I shot him a look, and he just held his hands up. "Think about it. When was the last time you saw Reggie move for YN? Like really move? man had Ony Jr out here in the streets since he was a kid, grooming him for this shit, and he got Malik on some golden boy status. But YN? She been running wild since she was a idk..ever. No protection, no real guidance, just left to do whatever the fuck. If it wasn’t for her ma and aunt… That ain’t an accident."
I felt something ugly twist in my chest. I didn’t wanna believe it. But when I thought about it…
I remembered the way YN had to fight for every little bit of respect in her own damn family. The way she was always proving herself. The way Malik, for all his thug shit, still had a path. Still had a spot waiting for him in the family business. YN didn’t.
"She only valuable to him if she benefits his game."
I felt sick.
All this time, I thought I was playing the game, making my own moves. But I was a piece just like her. Just like Ony. And Reggie? That Reggie was the one flipping the board whenever it suited him.
I sucked in a breath and met Erwin’s gaze. "So what you saying, then?"
Erwin leaned back, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m saying… you better figure out what side you really on, Yeager. Before Reggie makes that decision for you."
I said it before I could stop myself. “I see why Ony didn’t want me around YN for real. Why didn’t he just say that shit.”
The room shifted the second another voice cut in.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
I froze.
Ony Sr. stepped into view, his presence heavy, filling the space like everything else had to move around him. His voice was low, firm, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make a point. It felt like the temperature dropped even though the sun was still bleeding through the windows.
“YN is like the daughter I ain’t ever have.”
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unblinking. I shifted in my seat without meaning to. It was one thing dealing with street pressure, but this felt different. Personal. Like he could see straight through whatever I tried to hide.
He didn’t look away when he spoke again.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
The words hit harder the second time.
Then his gaze slid off me and landed on Connie.
“Tell me, boy. What happened the day my son got locked up.”
Connie shifted, jaw tightening. “I told you already, Mr. Ony. We ain’t set him up. There’s no way he knew the cops was coming. It was”
“I don’t need to hear from you, boy.”
Ony Sr.’s voice dropped, quiet but heavy enough to shut everything down.
“I wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth. I don’t trust YN to tell me nothing, cause the way she’s acting she might stab me before I even ask her.”
Then his eyes cut back to me.
“So what happened, Eren.”
The room went dead still.
My heartbeat started ringing in my ears. My hands felt unsteady, like they weren’t really mine. That look in his eyes said everything. I wasn’t leaving this room without giving him something.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to work. “You wanna know what happened?”
It came out quieter than I wanted.
“It wasn’t what you think. I ain’t the one who planted that shit on him. I tipped the cops on the weed. That’s it. The guns, everything else, that wasn’t me.”
He didn’t react. Just watched.
“Then explain to me why they walked in on my son like that,” he said. “Why he take the fall,got this crazy rap sheet..what fuck is going on in the fucking 6ixx man.”
My chest tightened.
“You think I don’t know my own brother? Reggie the one who pulled that. And you running around making a fucking mess and making it easier for Reggie, Eren.”
That one landed.
I wanted to argue. Say I ain’t know how deep it went. But that wouldn’t change nothing. I glanced at Connie and saw it in his face too. We were all in deeper than we thought.
This wasn’t just about the arrest.
It was about loyalty.
About who you stand with when it counts.
I exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that.I ain’t think it would turn into all this.”
Ony Sr. crossed his arms, studying me like he was weighing something.
“Eren,” he said after a moment, “you need to learn something. In this game, there ain’t no room for mistakes. You either handle your business or you become part of the story that don’t make it out.”
My jaw tightened. “So what that mean for me.”
A small smirk pulled at his mouth. Not amused. More like he already knew the answer.
“That means you gotta figure out who you really want to be. You keep running with Reggie, or you start running things for yourself.”
He paused, letting it sit.
“But understand this. Once you choose, there ain’t no turning back.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
And just like that, it stopped being about Ony. About the arrest. About any of it.
Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.
As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.
Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au
Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession
I have to update the masterlist with the missing linked chapters
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My head was pounding. My body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, every muscle aching, ribs screaming with every breath I took. The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, but there was also something else,the faint scent of cigarette smoke.
I forced my eyes open, vision blurry at first. The dim lighting made it hard to tell exactly where I was, but the stiff sheets, the steady beeping of a heart monitor, and the IV in my arm told me enough.
A hospital. Or at least… I think it was.
I shifted slightly, a sharp pain tearing through my side, and I let out a low groan. That’s when I saw her.
Hange.
She was sitting in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, lazily twirling a lit cigarette between her fingers. She had that same manic energy in her eyes, like she was enjoying whatever twisted situation she’d found me in.
“You’re finally awake,” she said, her voice smooth, almost amused. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in slow, lazy rings before flicking the ash into an empty cup on the table beside her.
I tried to sit up, but my ribs protested hard. I winced, gritting my teeth as I settled back against the pillows. “Where the fuck am I?” My throat was dry as hell, voice rough like I’d been screaming for hours.
Hange just smirked. “Somewhere safe. For now.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “That supposed to make me feel better?”
She chuckled, tilting her head like she was studying a lab rat. “Not really.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to piece things together. The last thing I remembered was Malik—his voice, the gunshot, the darkness swallowing me whole. My Hellcat burning. Ony Sr’s voice, cold and deadly.
Fuck.
I glanced down at my hands, my wrists still sore as hell from being tied up. “How long have I been out?”
Hange tapped her cigarette, watching the ash fall. “Three days.”
Three days.
I stared at her. “And you’re telling me I ain’t dead yet?”
She grinned. “Not for lack of trying.”
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face, trying to ignore the soreness in my ribs. “Why the fuck are you here, Hange?”
She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, cigarette dangling between her fingers. “Levi sent me.”
That got my attention.
I sat up too fast, pain slicing through me, but I ignored it. “Levi?”
Hange nodded, watching me carefully. “Yeah. You’re a dumbass, by the way. Tipping the cops off on just the weed? That was your mistake.”
I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t snitch on anything else.”
Hange gave me a look that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Eren, you really think the 6ixx gang gives a fuck about the difference? You tipped off the cops at all—that was enough.”
I didn’t say anything.
Because she was right.
Hange flicked her cigarette into the cup and leaned back again. “Levi had to pull some serious strings to keep Ony Sr from putting a bullet in your head. He’s still not convinced you didn’t set Ony up for everything.”
I clenched my fists. “I didn’t.”
She smirked. “Then prove it.”
I scoffed. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I’m laid up in a hospital bed?”
Hange shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out. I’m just here to make sure you don’t bleed out before you get the chance.”
I let my head fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing, trying to piece everything together.
Ony Sr wasn’t going to let this go. Malik damn near killed me. My Hellcat was gone.
And YN—
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t even know if she gave a fuck anymore.
Hange took another cigarette from her pocket, lighting it with slow precision before taking a drag. “You know, Eren, these past few days I got a look into your life…” She exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. “And damn, you’re one messed up fuck.”
I let out a low chuckle, wincing when the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my ribs. “No shit.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “I mean, I saw Mikasa texting your line.” She waved her cigarette for emphasis. “You do know Jean wanna shoot your ass for moving to his girl, right?”
I raised a brow. “Jean’s got a lot of feelings, huh?”
Hange rolled their eyes. “Don’t play stupid. You kissed Mikasa, and now Jean’s walking around like he’s one bad day away from pulling the trigger.”
I scoffed. “Mikasa and Jean are dating.”
Hange let out a dry laugh, shaking their head. “And yet she’s still blowing up your phone, Eren.”
I clenched my jaw but said nothing.
Hange grinned like they had me cornered. “Thought so.” They tapped ash into the cup before giving me a lazy look. “So tell me, Yeager, what’s the real problem here? You out here setting up your own people, fucking around with your friend’s girl, dodging the one person who actually gave a fuck about you…”
My fingers curled into the sheets, but I didn’t say a word.
Hange just chuckled again, standing up and stretching. “You’re a real piece of work, kid. But hey—at least you’re interesting.” They gave me a mock salute before heading for the door. “Get your shit together, Eren. ‘Cause next time, Levi might not be able to save your ass.”
hing—Armin and Annie are expecting.”
I blinked. “What?”
“They’re having a baby.” Hange exhaled smoke. “But Armin wants a paternity test… because of you.”
I scoffed, wincing at the pain in my ribs. “The fuck that got to do with me?”
Hange smirked. “Well, genius, maybe because you’re the one who put it in his head that Annie’s been fucking around since they got together.”
I leaned back against the pillow, sighing. “I know it ain’t my kid.”
Hange snorted. “Oh yeah? Then who’s is it?”
“Check Connie with that,” I muttered, rubbing my temple.
Hange let out a low whistle. “Damn. If that’s true, Armin’s gonna lose his mind.”
“Yeah, well…” I trailed off. That wasn’t my problem. Not anymore.
Hange stared at me for a second before shaking their head. “You’re really a messy fuck, Eren. And yet somehow, this isn’t even your biggest problem right now.”
I exhaled, staring at the ceiling. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Hange took another slow drag of their cigarette, watching me carefully. Then they exhaled and said, "It gets worse."
I frowned. "Worse than getting jumped and nearly killed? Enlighten me."
Hange leaned forward, elbows on their knees. "Your half-brother got shot."
My heart stopped for a second. I sat up too fast, pain shooting through my ribs. "What? What the fuck do you mean he got shot?"
Hange sighed, shaking their head. "He was leaving work. Got caught slipping in the parking lot."
I felt my pulse in my ears. "Who the fuck did it?"
Hange met my eyes, and that little smirk was gone. Their voice was calm, but heavy. "Ony Sr."
The room fell silent. My breathing slowed. My fingers curled into fists on the sheets.
"You're lying."
Hange flicked ash onto the tray beside them. "Nah. Wish I was. But he did it."
I couldn't even speak. My brain was short-circuiting.
Hange tilted their head, watching me. "You look surprised. But you shouldn't be. You knew Ony Sr wasn’t gonna let shit slide. You fucked with his son. You set him up. You got Ony locked. You’re the reason all this is happening, Eren."
I clenched my jaw. My half-brother had nothing to do with this shit. He was just some kid living his life, working a regular-ass job. And now?
I felt my chest tighten, and for the first time in a long time, I had no words. Hange just sat there, watching me, their cigarette burning down to the filter.
"He did it point blank too," they continued. "Made sure Zeke knew this was on your hands."
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry as fuck. "And my nephew?"
Hange sighed, rubbing their temple. "Spared. Ony Sr don’t kill kids." They hesitated. "But… Zeke’s girl? She’s uhm… dead."
My stomach twisted. My head felt like it was spinning. Zeke’s girl, the mother of his kid. Dead. Because of me.
I barely whispered, "Fuck."
Hange just nodded. "Yeah. Fuck."
I ran a shaky hand down my face. My ribs screamed in protest, but I barely noticed the pain anymore. My mind was racing, but there was nowhere to run. No way to fix this.
My head was pounding, and I could barely process what Hange was saying.
"Your nephew’s gonna grow up without his mom—that’s on you," they said, watching me like I was some kind of science experiment. "I mean, it would’ve been, if Zeke didn’t beg me to save her life. I owed him a favor. But now he owes me one."
I exhaled shakily, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
"Don’t worry, though. Ony Sr knew I saved her. Said he’s a wicked man, but he wouldn’t want a child to grow up without a mother’s love." Hange flicked their cigarette, letting the ash drop onto the floor like it didn’t matter. "But now Zeke—who, lucky for you, is a lawyer—has to figure out who’s framing Ony. And if all roads lead back to you, Eren…" They grinned, sharp and knowing. "You’re cooked."
I clenched my fists. My body was weak, my ribs felt shattered, and my car was gone. Ony Sr had already taken everything from me, and now my life was hanging by a thread.
"So tell me, Eren," Hange leaned in, voice dropping low. "Did you set Ony up? Or are you just a dumbass caught in the crossfire?"
I said I only tipped the Lil weed off. I wanted him out of the dance for a month tops. Not all this. Ony ain't no human trafficker we don't fuck around like that ony wouldn't even store guns only his...then my eyes widen...... call Connie in here for me hange I gotta ask him sum
Hange raised a brow, clearly amused but still intrigued. They took a long drag from their cigarette before exhaling a slow cloud of smoke.
"You’re lucky I like messy shit, Eren," they muttered before pulling out their phone and shooting Connie a quick text.
I could barely sit up, my ribs screaming in protest, but my mind was racing. This whole situation was way bigger than I ever expected. I just wanted Ony out of the picture for a little while, not buried under a mountain of charges he didn’t even commit.
I ran a hand through my hair, my breathing uneven. Somebody set him up. And if it wasn’t me… then who the fuck was it?
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Connie walked in, eyes scanning the room before settling on me.
"Damn, bro," he whistled. "You look like shit."
"Yeah, yeah, fuck all that," I waved him off, my voice hoarse. "I need to ask you something, and you better be straight with me, Con."
He frowned, leaning against the wall. "Aight, what’s up?"
I swallowed hard, my mind going back to what Hange just said.
"Did Ony ever let you or Jean store anything at his place?" I asked, locking eyes with him.
Connie's face twitched, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he masked it with his usual carefree front. "Nah, you know Ony don’t play that shit, man. He barely let me smoke in there, let alone store some hot shit."
I exhaled, trying to piece it all together.
"Then how the fuck did they find all that shit in his house, Con?" I asked, my voice low. "If neither of us planted that evidence… then who did?"
The room went silent. Connie shifted uncomfortably, looking away.
That hesitation? That was guilt.
"Connie." My voice was sharp now. "Tell me what the fuck you know."
“I think it's yns dad.” Connie said under his breath. “he said sum that's been buggin me.... he told Ony right before he got locked up he said I think you need a Lil time out ony.. then police was all over that bitch but Ony ain't move or flinch”
I stared at Connie, my jaw clenching. "Y/N’s dad?" My voice came out lower than I expected, my mind racing.
Connie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, man. He said that shit real casual too, like he already knew what was about to happen. ‘I think you need a lil time out, Ony.’ Then boom, cops everywhere, like they was waiting for the green light."
I ran a hand down my face, my ribs aching with the motion. If that was true, then Ony didn’t just get set up—he got betrayed by someone close to him. Someone who had enough pull to make shit happen.
"Why the fuck would Reggie do that?" I muttered.
Connie shrugged. "I dunno, man. But think about it. That motherfucker always been about control. He don’t want Ony runnin’ things, maybe he wanted to shake the structure up, get somebody else in charge, or…" he hesitated, "or maybe he just don’t like the way Ony been movin’."
I gritted my teeth. This was bigger than I thought. It wasn’t just me snitching on some weed to get Ony out of the way for a bit—this was a full-on takedown.
And the worst part?
Ony Sr. was back now. And if he found out Reggie was behind it?
Blood was gonna spill.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my ribs aching with every breath. My mind raced, piecing shit together. If Reggie did this… if Ony Sr. found out? Nah, this wouldn’t be just a war
it’d be a fucking bloodbath.
I looked at Connie, my hands gripping the thin hospital blanket. "You deadass think Reggie set up his own nephew? That’s foul, man."
Connie rubbed his face, exhaling like this whole thing was giving him a headache. "Bro, you not hearing me. It ain't a 'think' situation,it's a 'know E' That Reggie been moving funny for a minute. You ever notice how he’s always around, but he never really in the mix? Like, he plays the sidelines too good."
I thought back to every time I’d seen Reggie,always there but never making too much noise, always watching, always calculating. A motherfucker like that wasn’t just sitting on his hands.
"And think about it," Connie continued. "Right before Ony got bagged, Reggie told him some slick shit. 'I think you need a lil’ time out.' What kind of shit is that to say, Eren? And then, boom! police is all over Ony’s shit like they had a fuckin' GPS on his ass. But Ony? Nigga ain't even blink. He ain't run, he ain't argue, he ain't nothing. Almost like he knew he was being set up but couldn't do shit about it."
I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t adding up it was all clicking into place too perfectly.
"So, what?" I muttered. "You think Reggie tryna take over the 6ixx? That don't make sense, man. Ony Sr. been the head of this shit since before we was even born."
Connie shook his head. "Nah, he ain't tryna take over he tryna wipe the slate clean. Think about it, bro. Ony Sr. was supposed to be gone forever, locked up for life. So Reggie was sittin’ real comfortable, running things from the shadows. But then Ony Jr.? Nigga was out here getting too big, too powerful. He ain't need Reggie no more. He was doing shit different, tight, like you said. The whole gang was locked in on him. But then?" Connie snapped his fingers. "Boom. He gets taken out, just like that. And now Ony Sr. pops back up outta nowhere? That's gotta be Reggie's worst nightmare."
I ran a hand down my face. "Fuck, man." This was bigger than me. Bigger than just some petty beef.
Connie leaned in, voice dropping lower. "Listen, we gotta move smart with this. Cause if Ony Sr. finds out his own brother set up his son?" He paused, shaking his head. "E, it's gonna be straight genocide in this bitch."
I already knew that. Ony Sr. was a different breed; he was old school, real wicked with it. He shoot first, man don’t even ask questions. He dont spare a soul. If Reggie played him like this? There wouldn’t be a 6ixx left standing.
And I was sitting in the middle of it, already bruised, already broken. I was the one who snitched on the weed, but that other shit? The gun charges, the trafficking allegations? That wasn’t me. That was something bigger, something deeper.
"So what we do, nigga?" I asked, voice tight.
Connie exhaled through his nose. "First? You get your ass out this make shift hospital. Second? We find proof. Cause if Ony Sr. makes a move without proof, it’s gonna be war with the whole family. And if that happens?"
He looked me dead in the eye.
"Man, we all dead."
Eren sighed then asked “How Levi the head of this gang something doesn’t make sense to me at all.” The door opens, we see Erwin casually walking in, his eyes cut to Hange, then Connie then me. Ht started
"Let me explain how this goes," Erwin started, rolling up his sleeves. "This shit didn’t start with Ony Jr., and it sure as hell didn’t start with you, Eren. It goes way back. Decades deep. You see, Reggie and Ony Sr. they're brothers, but that don’t mean they ever saw eye to eye. Reggie was always trying to be like Ony Sr. Wanted the same power, the same respect. And at first? Ony Sr. was fine with it. Thought it was just little brother shit. But then it got… weird."
Eren narrowed his eyes. "Weird how?"
Erwin exhaled, rubbing his temple like he was trying to decide just how much to say. "Reggie didn’t just wanna be like Ony Sr.,he wanted everything Ony Sr. had. The money, the name, the lifestyle… even the women. Every girl Ony Sr. liked? Reggie would find a way to slide in right after. It was obsessive. It was fucked."
Connie shook his head. "Nigga, what? That's creepy as hell."
Erwin nodded. "Yeah. And Ony Sr. ain’t blind. He noticed. But he let it slide,until it got dangerous. See, when Ony Sr. founded the 6ixx, it wasn’t supposed to be what it is now. He was already deep in the streets,carjackings, grand theft, all that shit. But then he took it to another level. That’s how Levi got roped in. Ony Sr. jacked Levi’s car, then forced him to work for him. Levi hated him at first, but that’s how they met."
Eren’s brows furrowed. "Then how the hell did you get involved?"
Erwin smirked, like the answer was obvious. "Levi. He brought me into the fold. Back then, we were just trying to survive. But Reggie? He wanted power. He wanted control. And when Ony Sr. got locked up?" Erwin’s smirk faded. "Reggie saw his chance."
Eren’s fingers twitched, his mind working overtime. "So you’re saying Ony Sr. took charges that weren’t even his?"
Erwin nodded slowly. "That's exactly what I’m saying. It wasn’t just his case—it was mine, Levi’s, and Reggie’s. A whole list of shit: double homicide, illegal weapons charges, drug trafficking,you name it. But Ony Sr. did what he had to. He took the fall. Told us to keep shit in check while he was gone. He left Levi in charge and left Ony Jr. and his mother behind. She was pregnant at the time with Ony's little brother. Ony Sr. was about to marry her before he got locked up."
The room fell into silence.
Eren swallowed, his throat dry. "So let me get this straight... Reggie sat back and let Ony Sr. take all that? And now he’s tryna wipe Ony Jr. out, too?"
Connie clenched his jaw. "Yeah, man. And if we don’t stop this shit, the whole fuckin’ 6ixx gonna collapse."
Eren exhaled sharply. This was bigger than he ever thought. Bigger than just a snitch tip. Bigger than just Ony Jr. getting locked up. This was a war brewing, a family split down the middle.
And if they didn’t move right?
Everybody was fucked.
Erwin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re catching on, Eren. Reggie didn’t just let Ony Sr. take the fall,he made sure he never had a chance to come back. See, the whole thing was set up. Ony Sr. was supposed to take the rap, do a stretch, and when he came home, everything would be waiting for him. But Reggie?” Erwin scoffed. “That nigga made sure he never had a home to come back to.”
Connie frowned. “What you mean?”
Erwin exhaled through his nose, like he was getting ready to drop a bomb. “Reggie flipped on the whole organization while Ony Sr. was locked up. He started cutting his own deals, aligning with different crews, turning the 6ixx into something unrecognizable. He made sure Ony Jr. had to scrap for every bit of respect, kept him at arm’s length, always second-guessing his own moves.”
Eren rubbed his temple, piecing it together. “And now that Ony Sr. is out…”
Erwin nodded. “Reggie is scrambling. Ony Sr. was never supposed to get out, not alive. He made sure of that.”
Connie shook his head. “But how? Nigga got locked for life. Who the fuck gets out of that?”
Erwin smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Powerful friends.”
Eren’s jaw clenched. “Who the fuck helped him?”
Erwin shrugged. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Somebody wanted Ony Sr. back on the streets. Someone with reach. Someone who knew shit was about to hit the fan. And now?” He looked at Eren. “You’re in the middle of it.”
Eren’s stomach twisted. He had been playing games. Playing with Ony’s fate, playing with YN’s emotions. But this? This wasn’t a game.
“So what’s the move?” Eren asked.
Erwin looked at him, expression unreadable. “That depends on you. Ony Sr. thinks you set his son up. Reggie is still pulling strings. And the whole city is waiting to see who makes the first real move. You got a choice, Eren. Either clean this mess up…” He tilted his head. “Or get buried in it.”
I ran a hand down my face, exhaling hard. My ribs ached like hell, my body was sore, and my head was pounding from everything I’d just learned. But none of that compared to the way my stomach twisted at Erwin’s words.
"Reggie’s gonna kill me, man. I’m fucking with his daughter."
I expected Erwin to nod, to confirm the shit I already knew, but instead, he just laughed. Not a regular laugh, either,this was that you dumb as fuck laugh.
"You really think that man gives a fuck about YN?"
That shit made me freeze. My heart stuttered, and I felt my face scrunch up as I stared at him. "The fuck you mean?"
Erwin shook his head, his tone calm but laced with something sharp, something real. "Reggie ain’t never cared about YN, Eren. She ain't his golden child. That’s Malik. YN? She just a piece on the board. She only valuable to him if she benefits his game. And right now?" He shrugged. "You’re more useful dead than alive to him."
My jaw clenched so tight I could hear my own teeth grinding. My mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. I thought I had everything figured out. I thought messing with YN was dangerous because Reggie would come for me over his daughter. But the truth was colder than that.YN wasn’t even a fucking factor to him.
She wasn’t the princess he was guarding. She was just another pawn. Disposable. Sacrificed if needed.
I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling crawling up my spine. "Nah. Nah, that don’t make sense."
Connie exhaled sharply beside me, rubbing his face. "Shit… but it do make sense, bro."
I shot him a look, and he just held his hands up. "Think about it. When was the last time you saw Reggie move for YN? Like really move? man had Ony Jr out here in the streets since he was a kid, grooming him for this shit, and he got Malik on some golden boy status. But YN? She been running wild since she was a idk..ever. No protection, no real guidance, just left to do whatever the fuck. If it wasn’t for her ma and aunt… That ain’t an accident."
I felt something ugly twist in my chest. I didn’t wanna believe it. But when I thought about it…
I remembered the way YN had to fight for every little bit of respect in her own damn family. The way she was always proving herself. The way Malik, for all his thug shit, still had a path. Still had a spot waiting for him in the family business. YN didn’t.
"She only valuable to him if she benefits his game."
I felt sick.
All this time, I thought I was playing the game, making my own moves. But I was a piece just like her. Just like Ony. And Reggie? That Reggie was the one flipping the board whenever it suited him.
I sucked in a breath and met Erwin’s gaze. "So what you saying, then?"
Erwin leaned back, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m saying… you better figure out what side you really on, Yeager. Before Reggie makes that decision for you."
I said it before I could stop myself. “I see why Ony didn’t want me around YN for real. Why didn’t he just say that shit.”
The room shifted the second another voice cut in.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
I froze.
Ony Sr. stepped into view, his presence heavy, filling the space like everything else had to move around him. His voice was low, firm, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make a point. It felt like the temperature dropped even though the sun was still bleeding through the windows.
“YN is like the daughter I ain’t ever have.”
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unblinking. I shifted in my seat without meaning to. It was one thing dealing with street pressure, but this felt different. Personal. Like he could see straight through whatever I tried to hide.
He didn’t look away when he spoke again.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
The words hit harder the second time.
Then his gaze slid off me and landed on Connie.
“Tell me, boy. What happened the day my son got locked up.”
Connie shifted, jaw tightening. “I told you already, Mr. Ony. We ain’t set him up. There’s no way he knew the cops was coming. It was”
“I don’t need to hear from you, boy.”
Ony Sr.’s voice dropped, quiet but heavy enough to shut everything down.
“I wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth. I don’t trust YN to tell me nothing, cause the way she’s acting she might stab me before I even ask her.”
Then his eyes cut back to me.
“So what happened, Eren.”
The room went dead still.
My heartbeat started ringing in my ears. My hands felt unsteady, like they weren’t really mine. That look in his eyes said everything. I wasn’t leaving this room without giving him something.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to work. “You wanna know what happened?”
It came out quieter than I wanted.
“It wasn’t what you think. I ain’t the one who planted that shit on him. I tipped the cops on the weed. That’s it. The guns, everything else, that wasn’t me.”
He didn’t react. Just watched.
“Then explain to me why they walked in on my son like that,” he said. “Why he take the fall,got this crazy rap sheet..what fuck is going on in the fucking 6ixx man.”
My chest tightened.
“You think I don’t know my own brother? Reggie the one who pulled that. And you running around making a fucking mess and making it easier for Reggie, Eren.”
That one landed.
I wanted to argue. Say I ain’t know how deep it went. But that wouldn’t change nothing. I glanced at Connie and saw it in his face too. We were all in deeper than we thought.
This wasn’t just about the arrest.
It was about loyalty.
About who you stand with when it counts.
I exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that.I ain’t think it would turn into all this.”
Ony Sr. crossed his arms, studying me like he was weighing something.
“Eren,” he said after a moment, “you need to learn something. In this game, there ain’t no room for mistakes. You either handle your business or you become part of the story that don’t make it out.”
My jaw tightened. “So what that mean for me.”
A small smirk pulled at his mouth. Not amused. More like he already knew the answer.
“That means you gotta figure out who you really want to be. You keep running with Reggie, or you start running things for yourself.”
He paused, letting it sit.
“But understand this. Once you choose, there ain’t no turning back.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
And just like that, it stopped being about Ony. About the arrest. About any of it.
Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.
As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.
Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au
Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession
No proofread was done. I will re edit at another time :)
Chapter 12: It aint always what it seems
Mikasa sat back in her seat, arms crossed, waiting for me to talk. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start.
“So…” I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Last night was a mess.”
“No shit,” Mikasa muttered. “Start from the beginning.”
I nodded and started piecing it together for her. “Okay. So, after my mom called my dad, he actually came back—out of nowhere. And while that was happening, Levi and the others showed up at my house. Ony was there too.”
Mikasa’s face twisted in confusion. “Levi? Why the hell was Levi at your house?”
I shook my head. “I don’t even know why they were really there, but it was like… some type of warning? Levi doesn’t play, Mika. I don’t know what Ony got himself into, but it felt like they were checking him.”
Mikasa’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “And your dad? What did he want?”
I shrugged. “Probably to act like he’s been around this whole time when he hasn’t.”
She exhaled sharply but didn’t interrupt, so I kept going.
“Anyway… after that, I ended up at the base. Their base.”
Mikasa’s head snapped toward me. “Wait. Whose base? Eren’s?”
I hesitated, then nodded.
“YN—what the hell were you doing there?”
I rubbed my temples. “It wasn’t planned! I got caught up in everything, and then next thing I know, I’m there with Ony, Eren, and the rest of them.”
Mikasa’s expression darkened. “Ony and Eren? In the same place? That’s already a disaster waiting to happen.”
I swallowed. “Yeah. It got bad. They were this close to killing each other.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Levi had to shut it down. And let me tell you, that man is crazy. You don’t even wanna know what he did to Ony earlier.”
Mikasa’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
I hesitated, then muttered, “Let’s just say Ony wasn’t exactly in a position to be outside today.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, realizing what I was saying. “Levi did something to him?”
I nodded.
Mikasa cursed under her breath. “And then what?”
I exhaled, the memories of last night flashing through my mind. “Erwin dropped me back home… and then Eren showed up.”
Mikasa was silent for a long moment. I could feel her thinking, piecing it all together before she even spoke.
“...And you slept with him.”
I swallowed hard, nodding.
She let out a long, frustrated breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “YN, what are you doing?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, Mika. I really don’t. But…” I hesitated, voice quieter. “I feel like I’m trapped.”
Mikasa’s eyes snapped to mine, sharp and serious. “Then we need to get you out before it’s too late.”
Mikasa shook her head, gripping the steering wheel tighter before turning to me, eyes wide.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait—you did WHAT?” Her voice rose, sharp with disbelief. “Are you going out of your mind, YN?”
I swallowed hard, looking away. I knew this was coming.
“I—Mika, I don’t know,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “It just… happened.”
“It just happened?” she repeated, her tone dripping with frustration. “YN, this isn’t some random guy from campus. This is Eren—the same Eren who’s been playing mind games with you, the same Eren Ony literally wants to kill, the same Eren who—”
“I know, Mika!” I snapped, my own frustration spilling out. “I know all of that, okay? But that doesn’t change the fact that I—” I swallowed, shaking my head. “That I want him.”
Mikasa let out a harsh breath, leaning back against the seat. “That’s the problem, YN. That’s the trap.”
I stayed quiet. She wasn’t wrong.
She turned fully toward me, her expression serious. “You know what kind of person he is. He doesn’t just want you—he wants to own you.”
I shivered at the truth in her words, remembering the way Eren looked at me, the way he made me feel like I was his before I even realized it myself.
Mikasa sighed, running a hand through her hair. “And you’re falling for it. That’s why I’m asking—what the hell are you doing, YN?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know, Mika. I really don’t.”
Mikasa looked at me, studying my face, then shook her head. “No. You do know. You just don’t wanna admit it.”
I felt my stomach twist because she was right. Again.
Mikasa stiffened the second she heard the back door open. I turned just in time to see Eren sliding in like he owned the damn car.
“Hi, Mikasa,” he greeted smoothly, leaning back against the seat. “Remember me?”
Mikasa froze, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.
Before she could answer, the other back door swung open, and Armin slid in with a sigh. He barely glanced at Eren before rolling his eyes. “Don’t be a cunt, Eren.”
Eren just laughed. Low and amused, like he was enjoying this. Like he was losing it just a little.
His laughter died down as his eyes cut to me, holding my gaze for just a second before flicking back to Mikasa. “Trying to set her straight, Mika?” His voice was light, teasing—but there was something behind it, something that sent a chill down my spine.
I blinked, looking between them. “Wait—you know each other?”
Armin huffed a dry laugh. “Yeah. From kindergarten all the way to high school.”
I stared. That meant—Eren, Mikasa, and Armin had known each other long before all this street shit. Before Ony. Before Levi. Before everything.
Mikasa finally turned in her seat, her expression sharp as a blade. “What do you want, Eren?”
Eren smirked, but his eyes never left me. “Just checking in.”
Armin turned his whole body to face Eren, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Why are we even here, Eren?" he asked flatly. "You know I got better shit to do."
Eren's smirk didn't even waver. Without a second thought, he pulled a gun, pressing it lightly against Armin’s thigh.
Mikasa tensed. My breath caught.
But Armin? Armin didn’t even flinch.
Instead, with a look of pure annoyance, he slapped the gun right out of Eren's hand. The metal clattered onto the floor of the car.
"Let’s not be dumb right now," Armin said, voice steady, eyes sharp.
The tension in the car turned thick.
Eren stared at Armin for a long moment before shaking his head with a dark chuckle. "You always act like you’re better than me, huh?"
Armin didn’t answer. Didn’t even look fazed.
Mikasa’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Eren. Pick up your gun and get out of my car.”
Eren ignored her, tilting his head at me instead. “You’re quiet, YN.” His eyes ran over me, dark and unreadable. “Cat got your tongue?”
Mikasa's grip on the wheel turned white-knuckle tight. Armin exhaled sharply, already fed up. And me? My whole body tensed.
Eren's words slithered through the air, low and taunting. "Maybe I got it when I was fucking you last night."
I felt Mikasa tense beside me. Armin closed his eyes briefly like he was praying for patience.
But Eren wasn’t done.
He leaned back against the seat, stretching his arms across the headrest, looking too damn comfortable. His eyes flicked to me, then to Mikasa.
“Anyway, get out the car, YN,” he said, voice smooth but firm. “I need to talk to Mikasa about something… something important.”
Mikasa scoffed. “Whatever it is, say it in front of everyone.”
Eren smirked, slow and knowing. “Nah. It’s between us.”
I hesitated, eyes darting between them.
Armin cut in, looking Eren dead in the eye. "We both know you don’t need to talk to her. You just want control.”
Eren just laughed, the sound low and amused. “Control?” He leaned forward slightly, gaze still locked on me. “Nah. I just want what’s mine.”
I swallowed hard. My fingers twitched against my lap.
Mikasa turned fully in her seat, eyes narrowed. “YN isn’t yours, Eren.”
Eren didn’t even blink. Didn’t even look at her. He was still looking at me.
“Get out the car,” he said again. A little softer this time. A little more dangerous.
Eren POV
I watched as YN stepped out of the car, her back straight, but I could see the hesitation in her movements. She was still caught up in whatever twisted shit was going on inside her head. I didn’t blame her, though. Things weren’t simple, especially with me around.
I turned my head to Mikasa, who had been quiet since I slid into the car, but I knew she was simmering. I needed her to understand where I was coming from, but I wasn’t sure how much patience I had for her right now.
“Roll the window down,” I said, tone casual, but there was that edge to it.
Mikasa didn't flinch. Instead, she looked at me with that same cold, unbothered expression. "You’re about to fuck up, Eren. I can feel it.”
I let out a breath through my nose and shrugged. "You know, Levi's gonna be pissed."
She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Don’t act like I give a damn what my cousin Levi does."
I chuckled darkly, leaning back into the seat as I checked her out. Mikasa was always the hard one to crack. Not like the others. She always had this way of pretending she didn’t care, but I knew better. I always knew better.
“Well, he does pay for your school and this nice ass car anyway,” I said, watching her face twitch just slightly.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything more.
I knew I was pushing buttons, but I didn’t care. The fact was, Mikasa had a lot to lose if she kept pretending she was some innocent bystander in this. She wasn’t. And neither was I.
I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my thumb as I stared at her.
I didn't need to talk much more. The tension between us, between all of us, spoke volumes. Mikasa knew it. I knew it.
"Go ahead, keep playing the game, Mikasa," I muttered, blowing out a puff of smoke. "But sooner or later, you're gonna have to pick a side."
Mikasa's eyes narrowed as she gave me a sharp look, clearly trying to get a read on me, as if she didn’t already know everything that was going on. I felt her pressure, but I wasn’t in the mood for games.
I leaned back further, dragging another deep hit from my cigarette before flicking the ash out the window. "But you got Historia's number..." I smirked, trying to provoke her.
Mikasa rolled her eyes, exhaling sharply. She wasn’t having any of it. "You're still obsessed with her, huh?"
I leaned in a bit closer, watching her every move. "You know she’s the love of my life."
Mikasa scoffed, shaking her head. "Right, and what's YN then? Your little plaything? Someone to pass the time when things are slow?"
I could feel her digging at me, but I was used to it. Mikasa always knew how to hit where it hurt. It didn’t faze me, though.
I let the words hang in the air for a moment, eyes fixed on her. "No. YN's... different. But you don't get it. You never will."
Mikasa stared back at me, trying to decipher my expression. I knew she hated that I was involved with YN, hated that I couldn't just leave her alone. But I wasn't done with this, not by a long shot.
She gave me a disappointed look, shaking her head slowly. "You're making a mistake, Eren. And you're dragging her down with you."
I grinned, a little too darkly. "You think I don’t know that? But it’s not up to you, Mikasa. I’ve already got my hands full with this mess."
She sighed, slumping back in her seat, clearly realizing she wasn’t going to get through to me. "You always were stubborn," she muttered, staring out the window.
I smirked, flicking the butt of the cigarette out the window. "And you always think you know better."
Mikasa didn’t say anything else, but I could feel the weight of the silence between us. She wasn’t going to let it slide, but I wasn’t ready to deal with her now.
"Just don't get too attached to her, Eren," Mikasa warned, voice softer now, but no less serious.
I met her eyes briefly. "Too late for that."
Mikasa's grip tightened on my shirt as she pulled me in closer, her eyes full of fire, as if she was challenging me to push her further. I could see the tension rising between us, like the air was thick with anticipation. But I wasn’t backing down.
"Let me ruin a friendship today," I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear. My smirk stretched wider as I felt the heat of the moment.
My gaze shifted to YN standing outside, her face just as shocked as I hoped. The look of confusion, frustration, and a little hurt—the perfect reaction, the one that made everything else feel worth it. I couldn’t resist. It was the kind of game I played. I locked eyes with her, letting her watch every second, every detail as I leaned in and kissed Mikasa.
For a moment, Mikasa didn’t pull away. She held onto me like she was trying to process what just happened. But I could tell, she wasn’t as affected as I was. Not yet. Her grip loosened slowly, and she pulled away with an almost defeated look on her face, her breath still heavy from the kiss.
But the real satisfaction? It was the look on YN’s face. I could see the pain flash across her features, followed by confusion and anger. And that was everything. It made my stomach twist, but in the most satisfying way. This was the chaos I thrived in. The way I got under people's skin.
Mikasa glanced at YN through the window, and the tension in the car was palpable. "You’re a fucking mess, Eren," Mikasa muttered, rubbing her lips like she couldn’t get the taste of the kiss out of her mouth.
I chuckled darkly. "Maybe, but I think she’s more of a mess than I am."
I leaned back against the seat, eyes still locked on YN, watching her every reaction. I knew it was cruel, but it didn’t matter. This was my world. And everyone, including YN, was just another piece to control.
"You know what, Mikasa? I’m done trying to explain myself to you," I said, voice low and steady. "I’ve got this."
Mikasa didn’t respond right away. She just stared out the window, clearly processing everything, or maybe just resigned to the fact that I was too far gone to change.
But as I watched YN walk away, her figure fading into the distance, I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not really. She was mine now, whether she liked it or not.
Mikasa's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "What was that? You know Ony got locked up, right?" she asked, her tone a little sharper now, like she was trying to find some logic in all of this mess.
I couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t a genuine laugh; it was more of a dark chuckle, one that was laced with something dangerous. "I know you think I went over to YN only to fuck, Mikasa," I said, leaning back into the seat with a casual smirk. My eyes never left the rearview mirror, watching YN's figure fade further into the distance, as if she were just another person in my web. "But you’re wrong. It’s never just that with her."
Mikasa’s eyes narrowed, the silence hanging between us, thick and tense. "Then what the hell is it?" she asked, her voice lower now, trying to gauge my next move. She didn’t get it, but I didn’t expect her to. I knew what I was doing, and I knew exactly how to play everyone, including YN.
I paused for a moment, savoring the power I had over the situation. "It’s about control," I said, my voice colder now, more deliberate. "It’s about showing her that she’s never really in control, no matter how much she thinks she is."
I could see Mikasa fuming out of the corner of my eye. She didn’t like hearing the truth—she never did. But I couldn’t care less about her feelings right now. "I don’t expect you to understand," I added, letting out a small sigh, "but I’m not just playing with YN. She’s... different. I see that. And that’s why I’m keeping her close."
Mikasa was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking over my words. She wasn’t stupid. She could see through me, but she didn’t know the whole picture. No one did.
"You’re playing a dangerous game, Eren," Mikasa said finally, her voice heavy with warning. "And you think you’re the only one who can control things."
I met her gaze, and I let her see a glimpse of what I was capable of. "I’ve been playing dangerous games my whole life, Mikasa," I said softly. "And I’m damn good at it."
She didn’t respond, but I knew she was considering everything I’d said. The tension in the car was unbearable now, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I had everything I wanted.
Armin rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat, clearly irritated. "You know Levi’s gonna find out you set Ony up, right?" he said, his tone laced with skepticism. He wasn’t a fan of how messy things were getting, but that wasn’t his battle to fight.
I shot him a look, my smirk never wavering. "He’ll find out, sure," I said, "but he’ll also find out that Nico's got this covered. He’s our lawyer. He’ll get Ony out. No big deal."
Armin let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples like I was giving him a headache. "That’s not the point, Eren. The point is that you’re playing with fire, and when this all goes down, it’s gonna burn."
I leaned in, my voice lowering, almost a whisper. "Well, if it burns, it burns, but it’s all part of the game, Armin." My eyes flickered to the rearview mirror again, watching as YN’s silhouette disappeared from my sight. "If anything goes wrong... well, I get more time with YN. So, what’s the real loss?"
Armin’s jaw tightened, his frustration now clearly evident. "You’re so damn twisted, Eren. You know that?"
I chuckled lightly, the sound dark and full of intention. "Yeah, I know. But that’s how I get things done. You don’t get what you want by playing nice all the time. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’ve gotta make people feel like they have no other choice. YN, Ony, Mikasa, you... you’re all pieces in this. But I’m always the one in control."
Armin shot me a look that said he didn’t approve, but he didn’t have the energy to argue anymore. "Just don’t screw this up," he muttered, sinking back into his seat. "The last thing we need is more chaos."
I looked over at him, smirking again. "Chaos is my specialty, Armin. Always has been."
I couldn't help but smirk as I saw YN’s messages flooding Mikasa’s phone. I knew she’d be pissed, but I didn’t care. She’d come around eventually. She always did.
Mikasa’s face was unreadable as she stared at her phone, reading the barrage of angry texts. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, clearly frustrated. "I didn't expect this much heat," she muttered, tossing the phone down onto the seat between us. "She's losing her damn mind."
I leaned back in the seat, crossing my arms, still grinning. "She’ll calm down. Just give her time. She's just angry because I’m not what she expected."
Mikasa shot me a look, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think? No one expects you to do the shit you do, Eren."
I shrugged, unbothered. "Exactly. That’s what makes it fun. She’ll figure it out, eventually. She always does." I let the words hang in the air, knowing full well what YN was feeling — betrayed, confused, hurt. But that was the game I was playing, and she was a pawn in it. She’d get over it or fall deeper into the web. Either way, I was winning.
Mikasa let out another exasperated sigh. "I don’t know how you do it. Messing with people’s lives like this."
I turned my head to look at her, a dark glint in my eye. "It's not messing with their lives. It’s taking control. And sometimes people need to be reminded who holds the power."
I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw a message from YN, calling me a bastard and telling me to stay away from her. I almost laughed at how predictable she was. I knew exactly what she was going through.
"Anyway," I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket. "I'll deal with her later. Right now, it’s about Mikasa. Let’s make sure she knows where she stands."
Mikasa shot me a glance, clearly not liking the way I was steering the conversation, but she didn’t say anything. She was used to my manipulative ways by now. She was in this too deep to back out.
But YN... she wasn’t like Mikasa. YN was more emotional, more unpredictable. I knew I had to handle her carefully, or she could break. But I wasn’t about to let that stop me.
Levi’s tone was as sharp as ever, and his eyes never left the rearview mirror as he spoke, his words calm but carrying an edge. The tension in the car thickened as soon as he got in. Mikasa didn’t say anything in response, just giving a quick nod and starting the car, shifting into gear.
Armin, on the other hand, slumped into his seat, looking like he had the worst luck imaginable. “Just my fucking luck…” he muttered under his breath. I could hear the frustration in his voice. It wasn’t just the situation with YN that had him worked up — it was everything piling up on him, the constant feeling like he was stuck in a mess not of his making. And now Levi was here, adding to it.
Levi’s gaze finally shifted from the rearview mirror to me. He didn’t speak at first, but I could feel the pressure building up, the unspoken tension between us. The way he stared, calculating, as though he was trying to figure out if I was really worth his time right now. After a beat, he finally broke the silence, his voice low but firm. “Eren, what the fuck is going on?”
I didn’t flinch under his gaze. I just leaned back in my seat and smirked, trying to play it cool. “What’s going on, Levi? You know the usual—dealing with business, handling my shit.”
Levi didn’t seem impressed. He just eyed me for a moment longer, before his eyes flicked back to Mikasa, then Erwin. His expression softened just slightly when his attention turned to Erwin, but only for a split second. Then, his tone returned to the cold, business-like way he always spoke when things were getting serious. “I don’t care about your business, Eren,” he said quietly, though the weight of his words was clear. “But I need you focused right now. There’s more going on than your little games with Mikasa and YN. If you don’t stay on track, I’ll deal with it.”
Erwin, who had been quiet up until then, spoke up, his voice calm but forceful. “Levi’s right. Reiner’s on his way to grab your jeep. Just focus, Eren. This doesn’t need to escalate. We’ve got enough going on.”
I could hear the edge in Erwin’s voice, but it didn’t really phase me. I wasn’t the type to be intimidated by them — not even Levi. But I knew there was truth in their words. The situation was slipping out of control. YN wasn’t going to sit by quietly, and I was already pushing her boundaries. Hell, I was pushing everyone’s boundaries. And now, with Levi here and the tension mounting, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I had pushed it too far this time.
But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t backing down. I never did.
“Fine,” I said with a shrug, breaking the silence in the car. “I’ll play it your way. But don’t expect me to drop everything for your little priorities, Levi.”
Levi didn’t respond right away. He just looked at me through the rearview mirror again, his gaze unflinching, before finally speaking. “You better get your shit together, Eren. This is bigger than you.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at that. “It always is with you guys.”
Erwin’s hand came out of nowhere, smacking the back of my head with a force that made me wince. "Ony got arrested," he said, his tone sharp and irritated. "You were nowhere to be found last night. What the hell happened?"
I rubbed the back of my head, still feeling the sting of Erwin’s hit. "Maybe YN’s dad set him up, I don’t know," I replied, my voice casual, but the flicker of uncertainty inside me was hard to hide. The situation was messy, and the more I tried to piece it together, the less sense it made.
Levi let out a low laugh from the front seat. He didn’t even turn around to face me, but the sound of his amusement was unmistakable. “Reggie... Nah,” he said, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. “You think that’s how this went down? Please, Eren. Reggie’s not even in the right position to set anything up. You know how this shit works.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the weight of their stares on me. "I’m not saying I’m sure, but it’s possible, right?" I shot back defensively, though I wasn’t convinced myself.
Erwin sighed, shaking his head, clearly annoyed. "You’re missing the point, Eren. Whether or not Reggie’s involved is secondary. The real issue is you were out of touch. Ony getting caught up like that? It’s not a coincidence. And you’re just sitting here, acting like it’s all nothing."
I could feel the tension rise in the car. Levi’s gaze was still fixed on the road, but I could feel the weight of his disapproval.
I leaned back, crossing my arms, my eyes narrowing slightly. "You don’t think I know that? I was busy with other shit. Sometimes I gotta handle things outside of the bigger picture, you know?" I wasn’t about to apologize for my actions, especially not to them. I did what I had to do, and that was all that mattered to me.
Levi didn’t react immediately. He just kept driving, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel as if he was waiting for something, or maybe just letting the silence speak for itself. After a beat, he finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “You better get your head in the game, Eren. This isn’t a damn game anymore. You’re not the only one with shit on the line.”
Erwin added in, his voice steady but carrying a weight to it. “You’ve been playing both sides, Eren. And it’s getting harder to keep your feet in both worlds.”
I knew they were right, but I wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet. Instead, I looked out the window, trying to focus on anything but the mounting pressure in the car.
“You’ll see,” I muttered. “I’ll figure it out. Just leave it to me.”
The rest of the ride was silent, the tension thick, as if the words that had been spoken had already set something in motion that couldn’t be undone.
As the car finally rolled to a stop in front of the warehouse, Mikasa’s eyes were practically glowing with annoyance. She turned to Levi, clearly done with the back-and-forth. “I’m not a chauffeur, you know,” she snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she cut the engine.
Levi, completely unfazed by her irritation, gave a casual shrug. “Yeah, yeah, yah,” he muttered dismissively. “Tell your mother I’m coming over Sunday for dinner.”
Mikasa rolled her eyes so hard it was almost comical. “Get a wife, Levi,” she shot back, her tone just as sharp as before.
Levi didn’t even blink at the comment, his expression remaining impassive. “Maybe one day,” he said, his voice laced with amusement, as he pushed open the door and slid out of the car with a fluid motion.
Erwin and I followed, stepping out behind him. Armin trailed behind us, still rubbing the back of his head where I had smacked him earlier. The usual tension that existed between us felt even more tangible now.
Mikasa stayed in the car for a moment, exhaling loudly as she leaned back into her seat, clearly annoyed but probably too tired to argue further. "You know, he’s gonna keep that up forever,” she muttered under her breath, before slamming the door shut and walking to catch up with the rest of us.
As we made our way into the warehouse, Levi didn’t miss a beat. He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if reading something in my expression. “Get your head straight, Eren,” he said, almost as an afterthought, before he disappeared into the shadows of the building. Erwin and Armin followed, leaving me to ponder exactly what the hell I was doing in this mess.
The meeting dragged on, everyone’s voices blending together as Nico sifted through the thick stack of files, flicking through page after page with a sharp, calculated focus. I sat back, watching the chaos unfold, but I already knew Nico had a plan. He was smart, and even though the case was stacked against Ony, I was confident Nico could find a loophole. That was the point—let the guy dig himself into a hole, and then watch Nico pull him out.
Nico paused, his finger running down the page before he looked up at everyone, his expression grim. "20 years for..." He flicked through a few more pages, his voice quieter now, "48 fucking counts of murder."
The room fell silent, the weight of those words sinking in. Levi’s laughter broke the tension, though it was hollow and full of disbelief. "That case is shit," Levi said with a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Ony at least got close to, what, 120?"
Nico didn’t crack a smile. His eyes were still locked on the case file. "Yeah, but the real problem is the charges," Nico continued, his voice steady as ever. "He’s got drug possession charges, gun possession, drug trafficking... but the worst part? They’re trying to pin human trafficking on him."
The words hit me like a punch in the gut, but I masked my reaction quickly. I didn’t need to show weakness, not now.
Levi’s face darkened as he processed the information. His voice, when it came, was dripping with anger. "Now I know this case is shit," he muttered, glaring at Nico. "Cause we don’t fuck with that. Not ever."
Nico, unfazed, nodded. "I know," he said, his voice a little quieter now, "but that's what they're trying to push. They want to make an example of him. And if they do, it's not just Ony—they'll come after all of us."
The tension in the room shifted, and for the first time, I noticed the heaviness of it—the stakes were higher than I initially thought. This wasn’t just about getting Ony out of jail; it was about protecting everything we’d built. Protecting the crew, the family, from this kind of heat.
"I’ll find a way," Nico added after a long pause, lifting his eyes to meet Levi’s. "But we need to play it smart. No rash moves."
Levi nodded slowly, his mind clearly working over the details. "Get it done," he said curtly, and just like that, the tension seemed to lift a little.
I leaned back, knowing there wasn’t much more to be said. Nico had his work cut out for him, but I trusted him. He’d get Ony out of this, one way or another.
I am working on finishing up the old outstanding fics which are the Eren X Black Reader Love and Gunshots and Ony x Black Reader What these bitches want. Hopefully I can get them back up and posting this weekend, if i missed any fics you can let me know by commenting on this post.
Here is a lil fic inspired by me listening to way too much DMX songs
Im gonna try to post this one out weekly since I found the docx back on my old HDD.. sorry if the switching of POVs messes up the flow
It was hard to tell what day it was. Everything blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and guilt. The darkness outside crept into the house, the weight of my own mind pressing in, making it feel like I was trapped in some kind of fog I couldn’t escape.
I remember the sound of my mom’s voice, her hands pulling me inside. I didn’t resist. I didn’t care. Everything felt… numb. Like I was drifting in and out of a dream, watching my life fall apart without being able to do anything to stop it.
My sister Shantelle, she took my phone without asking. Apparently, someone had leaked the video of me and Jax fighting in the mall. The one where I lost control. I’d forgotten that even before everything with YN, my actions had been under the microscope. Now, it was all over the internet, like I was some kind of spectacle for people to gawk at. There were also videos of YN and me those moments in front of my mom’s house, the ones that should’ve been private. They were out there now for everyone to see. The humiliation washed over me, and I couldn’t escape it.
Then there was Mikasa. She called Shantelle and told her she was flying in to see me in person in a few days. Mikasa… she wasn’t going to let me wallow in my shit forever. I don’t know why, but that phone call made me feel even worse. It was like everyone knew I fucked up. And I didn’t deserve any sympathy for it.
Jax. My own brother. He had a bruised rib from the fight whether it was me or the way he took that hit, I didn’t even care. I knew he was going to be out for a bit with football, and I didn’t even feel guilty about it. He was the one who taunted me, kept poking at me when I was already broken. Maybe it was karma, but all I could think about was how I hurt him. How I’d hurt everyone.
I heard my dad shouting at me, his voice shaking the house. It was the same old drill “You messed up again, Ony. When are you going to learn?” but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Words felt useless now. What was the point? How do you explain to the people who love you that you’ve fucked up so badly that you can’t even forgive yourself?
At some point, Connie and Eren showed up. Connie didn’t waste any time. He came at me with a rage I couldn’t even begin to understand. He laid me out flat for fucking with YN. For throwing everything away over something that wasn’t even hers to begin with. His words fucked my head up I won't lie but the way he cut me out of his life in front of everyone… I deserved it. But hearing it all that from him? It stung harder than anything. He had been my friend, and now I was nothing to him.
Eren, as always, stayed around. He was quieter. Watching everything unfold but not getting in the way. I wasn’t sure if he was still disappointed or if he was just waiting for me to figure this shit out on my own. Either way, I appreciated him not saying much. I didn’t need more words.
But silence? The silence felt like the loudest thing in the room. It was suffocating.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay in that house, in that space where everything I had done was just waiting to be judged. Where I was forced to face the wreckage of my life. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not while they were all here, talking, judging. Not while I was still trying to figure out how I could fix the things I had broken.
MIKASA FINALLY SHOWED UP AT SOME POINT
Mikasa’s presence felt like a whirlwind, cutting through the silence in the house that had felt like it was suffocating me. She didn’t waste any time. She looked at me, eyes sharp with that usual determination she always had.
“Ony,” she said, her voice firm, “I need you to snap out of it.”
I couldn’t look her in the eye. The weight of everything was too much. I was drowning in it, and all I wanted was to be left alone. But she wasn’t going to let me sink. Not on her watch.
“Tell them I’m on some kinda bender or something,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, lie to them. Just leave me alone.”
The words stung as I said them. I wasn’t on a bender. I hadn’t smoked, drank, or even been out to distract myself. I had just been numb, completely checked out of everything. But it didn’t matter. I needed them to think I was spiraling. I wanted them to think that. Because if they believed I was just out of control, maybe that would be an easier story than what I was actually dealing with.
Mikasa didn’t flinch. She didn’t argue or try to soften the blow. Instead, she just walked over, handed me my phone, and said the only thing that really made sense in this moment.
“Here’s your phone. Do the usual apologies. Pick an interview. Not the breakfast, or the club, or any of that Shay Shay stuff. Something else. Change the narrative.”
I glanced down at the screen, the familiar social media apps flashing back at me. I could already feel the pressure rising, the weight of trying to fix something that might be unfixable. The world was watching, waiting for me to say something. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I had it in me.
I sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mikasa just stood there, arms crossed. Her gaze was unwavering. “Then figure it out. Because you’re not gonna sit here and let this destroy you. You owe more than just your fans an apology. You owe it to yourself.”
I took a deep breath, not really knowing where to start. I grabbed the phone, unlocked it, and stared at the camera. My mind was a mess. What was I supposed to say? That I fucked up? That I lost her? That everything I thought I had was gone?
I didn’t have the words. So instead, I just hit IG Live. The camera started rolling, and I was met with the flood of comments. The screen was filled with people who had seen the fight with Jax, the videos, the rumors swirling around. The pressure mounted as I tried to collect myself.
I glanced at the comments some supportive, some angry, others just waiting for the drama to unfold.
I took a deep breath, and with the screen on me, I finally spoke.
“Look, I know I’ve messed up. I know what you all saw wasn’t pretty, but this... this isn’t who I am. I’m not proud of it, and I don’t want to be the person you saw out there. This isn’t about me trying to win anyone back. It’s about me trying to be better. I’ve hurt people I care about, and I’ve got to face that. I’m not perfect. I don’t have all the answers, but I’m trying. And I’m gonna do better.”
The words felt hollow. But it was the best I could do. The live stream went quiet for a second as people processed what I said. I couldn’t tell if it was enough. It probably wasn’t. But I couldn’t keep running anymore. Not from the mistakes I made. Not from the people I loved.
The comments flooded in like a wave.
“I saw Connie took down all his posts with you in it, from way back.”
Ony let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching as the question hit him like a punch in the gut. He rubbed his face, trying to keep it together. He knew that this was the kind of thing people would gossip about, the kind of thing that could turn into a firestorm if he didn’t say the right thing.
“Yeah,” Ony finally muttered, eyes hardening, his tone flat. “He’s pissed. Understandably so. I fucked up, and I know it. I don’t blame him for pulling back. I hurt him, too.”
He paused, running his hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes. But the next comment came in faster than he could process.
“Is your sister Shantelle Carter the famous model?”
Ony couldn’t help but laugh dryly, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, that's my sister. The one who runs her mouth more than anyone else in this family, but don’t get it twisted she’s family. And that means more to me than the fame or the bullshit.”
It was a half-answer, but it was all he had. The questions kept coming, some of them light, others not so much. All the tea pages were spamming his live in dumb ass questions and making up shit that wasn't even true but some nice comments were mixed in as well.
the next question flashed up, making his heart skip a beat.
“I heard they fought cause Jax, his younger brother, was sleeping with YN. Is that true?”
That one hit like a ton of bricks. The room around him felt like it was closing in. He froze for a second, staring at the screen, his mind racing. He could feel the heat rising in his chest. He wasn’t ready to address this, but the lie was already out there, spreading like wildfire. And he knew—if he didn’t say something now, it would eat him alive.
Ony leaned forward, his hand gripping the phone tightly. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he addressed the comment.
“Whoever started that bullshit is straight-up lying,” he said, the anger lacing his words. “There’s no truth to that. That’s just another rumor people are making up. Jax wouldn’t do that to me, and YN... she’s not like that. She didn’t deserve any of this mess. None of us did.”
He shook his head, trying to force the tightness in his chest to loosen. But it was hard. So much of this was out of his control. He wasn’t used to this feeling—being the center of everyone’s gossip and judgment.
His thumb hovered over the phone, unsure of what to say next. But he couldn’t stop now. The questions kept pouring in.
“Ony, are you and YN done for good?”
Ony’s throat tightened. His thoughts flickered back to the last time he saw her—the last time they spoke. He couldn’t give a definitive answer, not yet. But maybe he didn’t have to.
“I don’t know. I can’t say. I fucked up. I don’t expect her to forgive me, not right now. But... I’ll do what I have to do to make things right. If she lets me.”
It wasn’t a perfect answer. But it was the truth. His truth. He wasn’t sure where YN was or what she was thinking. All he knew was he was still here, trying to fix the mess he’d made.
The comments were still flooding in, but Ony didn’t pay attention to them anymore. His eyes were focused, his mind still caught on what he’d said. “If she lets me"
Another one popped up right after, even quicker than the last:
“Yo, I heard you used to hit YN. That true?”
I froze for a second. That comment felt like a punch to the gut. Whoever the hell said that, they had no clue. My jaw clenched hard enough to make my teeth ache.
"Man, whoever started that lie is straight-up wildin'," I growled. "I ain't never put my hands on her. Ever. That’s some bullshit. You want me to be angry? Fine, I’ll own that, but don’t even come at me with that. I’d never lay a hand on her. Anyone who knows me knows that."
I shook my head, trying to keep calm, but it wasn’t easy. I had to keep going, though. So I took another breath.
“You really need to chill with that anger, Ony. It’s bad for your health.”
I stared at the screen, trying to keep it together. “Trust me, I’m working on it. I ain’t perfect, but I don’t need you all telling me what’s bad for my health. I’m trying to get my shit together. Like you wouldn’t be angry if you were in my position.”
Another comment popped up almost immediately:
“Wait, so you and King don’t talk anymore? Did he unfollow you on IG?”
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, he unfollowed me. Guess he’s pissed too. Can't blame him. But you know what? It’s whatever. That’s family, man. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it slide forever.”
A new question popped up, this one way more random than the others:
“Yo, is that chain fake?”
I looked down at the chain around my neck, then back at the screen with a smirk. "Fake?" I said, shaking my head. "Nah, this chain’s real. Real diamonds, real gold. You want the receipts? ‘Cause I’ll give ‘em to you." I let the silence hang for a second before I added, “But hey, if it makes you feel better thinking it’s fake, go ahead.”
The chat blew up with laughing emojis.
“Yo, Ony, I swear you be looking like a whole snack. Can I get your number?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smirk. “Look, I appreciate the love, but I’m not in the mood for flirting right now, okay? Maybe after I sort my life out, we’ll talk, but right now, I gotta focus on not completely ruining everything.”
Another person chimed in, clearly hoping to stir some drama:
“Is King and YN dating now? I heard they’re together after all that drama with you.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "What?! Nah, that’s a hell no," I said, my voice getting tight. "That’s a damn lie. YN is not with King. She’s doing her own thing, and I’m just here trying to put the pieces of my own life back together. Don’t believe the lies.”
One more comment came through before I could take a breath:
“Are you crying, Ony? You soft or nah?”
I laughed, the tension breaking for a second. "Cry? Nah, I ain’t crying." I sniffed. "Okay, maybe a little. But real talk, I’m tired of acting tough all the time. This shit’s real life, man. Y’all can laugh if you want, but it’s not a game. I’m just trying to do better."
The questions kept coming, some funny, some serious, and some downright ridiculous, but I kept going. I answered all of them, pushing back my own pain just to make sure people knew the truth. And when the questions about me and YN finally stopped, I stared at the screen, my chest tight.
I wasn’t going to pretend like everything was fine. It wasn’t. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. My life was a mess. But this was me, and I couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t.
Mikasa told me I should end the live because it was getting chaotic so I tried to steer it back on course a bit.
I turned back to the screen, wiped my face quickly, and stared into the camera.
"Okay, okay... you wanna keep asking questions? Let’s go." I could feel the heat coming off me. "Ask away, shoot. I'm not holding back anymore. Let’s get it."
And the chat exploded. It was like they were waiting for me to slip, to show weakness, to give them something to eat. They didn’t disappoint. The messages came in fast and furious.
🔥 YOOOOOO ONY BACK AT IT LIKE A TRUE KING
🔥 NAH YOU CANT END IT LIKE THIS, LETS GET THE ANSWERS
🔥 Y'ALL KNOW HE STILL LOVES YN HE JUST TOO PROUD TO SAY IT
🔥 HE'S GONNA CRY AGAIN WATCH
🔥 So when’s the album drop? Or nah?
🔥 Will we see you and Connie make up??
🔥 DID CONNIE UNFOLLOW YOU FOR REAL THOUGH?
🔥 Is Jax really okay though? I heard he got bruised ribs, that sounds serious?
🔥 Bruh, why King out here tryna date YN, y’all still cool??
I could barely keep up, but I read every comment. Every one. I had to respond. I couldn’t let them keep running wild.
🔥 OOOOOOOHHH SO CONNIE AND ONY OUT HERE THROWING SHADE AND STILL CREATING THE DRAMA 😂
🔥 Bro he really said King says a lot of dumb stuff, chill on that lmao
🔥 NOT THE DOUBLE STANDARD, LMAO
🔥 So wait... will YN get back with you or is that a wrap?
🔥 YN AND KING?? LMAO DO Y'ALL THINK THEY REALLY GONNA END UP TOGETHER?
🔥 Ony bout to cry again 😂, poor thing
The last comment hit me harder than I expected. “Ony bout to cry again…”
It stung, but I couldn’t back down. I took a breath, wiped my face again, and let out a low chuckle.
"Yeah, I’m still human. I’m not a robot," I said, trying to keep my cool. "But y’all wanna know what’s really funny? Y’all keep talking like you know everything, but most of you don’t. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and talk shit. You think I’m weak? Nah. I’m not weak. I just... care. And you wanna know what else? I’m not gonna beg for anyone’s forgiveness." I leaned in, staring at the screen.
"YN, Connie, King—they all gotta do their part, too. But I’m not sitting around waiting anymore. I’m not just some guy you can keep on a leash because I messed up once. And yeah, I messed up. But I’m not done yet."
The chat exploded again, but this time it was different. People were feeling it. I could see the tone shifting in the comments. They weren’t just waiting for drama anymore. They were listening. Some of them were even backing me up.
🔥 OMG, HE FINALLY SAID IT, Y'ALL BETTER RESPECT HIM
🔥 ONY NOT SITTING BACK ANYMORE, LET'S GO
🔥 HE SAID WHAT HE SAID, PERIODT
🔥 OHHHHH SO Y’ALL NOT GONNA LIE AND SAY YOU’VE NEVER BEEN IN HIS SHOES
🔥 ONY WOKE UP TODAY
It felt good. For once, I wasn’t letting them control the narrative. I wasn’t going to let people twist my story. Yeah, it hurt yeah, it sucked—but I was still here.
I glanced over to Mikasa, who had been standing behind me, silent this whole time. She gave me a small nod. I had her support, at least. I wasn’t completely alone in this.
And I wasn’t going to let anyone think I didn’t deserve respect. Not anymore.
The bell above the door chimes as you step into Ink & Legacy, the tattoo shop owned by Eren Yeager. The place still carries that same clean, masculine energy,dark wood floors, exposed brick walls lined with framed flash and bold, raw artwork, and low moody music playing through the speakers. The scent of antiseptic and faint sandalwood lingers in the air.
Eren looks up from behind the counter, wiping ink from his hands with a black rag. He’s exactly as intense as you remember from your previous sessions: tall, lean-muscled with that signature messy brown hair tied back in a half-bun, a few loose strands framing his sharp green eyes. His black tank top clings to his defined chest and arms, revealing the full sleeves of tattoos that crawl up both arms,a mix of fierce, abstract designs, titans, freedom motifs, and intricate linework he’s known for. A silver chain rests against his collarbone, and the way his jaw tightens when he focuses always makes your stomach flip.
“Back for more?” His voice is low, rough around the edges, with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “Spine piece this time, right? You said you wanted some flowing vines, roses, maybe?”
You nod, describing the design you’ve been obsessing over. He listens closely, green eyes locked on you with that focused intensity that makes the room feel smaller. Then he gestures toward the private room in the back where the tattoo chair sits under bright adjustable lights.
“Alright. Shirt off or up, whatever’s comfortable. You know how I work.”
The session begins professionally. You lie face-down on the chair, chest supported, as the buzz of the machine fills the quiet shop. Eren’s gloved hands are steady and precise, wiping your skin, stenciling, then starting the needle. The pain is sharp but he’s good,checking in every so often with a low “You good?” or “Breathe through it.” His breath occasionally brushes your shoulder when he leans in close for detail work, and you swear his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary when adjusting your position.
Hours later, the shop has long been closed. The “Closed” sign is flipped, lights dimmed except for the one over the chair. Eren wipes the fresh ink one last time, admiring the finished piece tracing down your spine, elegant vines twisting with roses and petals.
“Fuck… it looks insane on you,” he mutters, voice deeper now. He peels off his gloves slowly, eyes tracing the fresh tattoo with clear pride… and unmistakable heat.
You sit up carefully on the edge of the chair, still topless, the cool air making your nipples harden. The tension that’s been simmering the entire session snaps.
Eren doesn’t hesitate. He steps between your spread thighs, one hand sliding into your hair as he pulls you into a rough, hungry kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, his other hand gripping your hip hard. “Been wanting to do this every damn time you laid on my chair,” he growls against your mouth, biting your bottom lip. “Watching you take the needle so pretty… made me wonder how you’d take my cock instead.”
Clothes disappear fast,his tank yanked off, revealing more ink across his torso and those sculpted abs, your pants and soaked panties shoved down your legs. He frees himself from his jeans, thick and hard, veins prominent as he strokes once, eyes dark with lust as he takes in how wet you already are.
Right there on the tattoo chair, he pushes your thighs wider, lines up, and thrusts in deep with one powerful stroke. The stretch burns in the best way, filling you completely as you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Shit, so fucking good,” Eren groans, hips snapping forward immediately. The chair creaks under the force as he sets a ruthless pace, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you spread open. Every thrust hits deep, dragging against that perfect spot inside you, wet sounds echoing obscenely in the empty shop.
You moan his name“Eren” over and over, back arching carefully to avoid the fresh ink. He fucks you harder, leaning down to suck bruises into your neck and collarbone, whispering rough praise between thrusts: “That’s it… cream on my dick. Been thinking about this pussy wrapped around me since your first session.”
The pressure coils tight and fast. Your orgasm crashes over you violently,thighs trembling as you squirt hard, warm fluid gushing around his cock, soaking his abs, dripping down the black leather of the tattoo chair and splattering onto the floor below. You keep creaming on him, walls pulsing and fluttering wildly as the pleasure rips through you.
Eren curses sharply, green eyes blazing as he watches the mess you’re making. “Fuck yes! look at you making a mess all over my chair.” He doesn’t slow down, pounding through your release with deep, grinding thrusts until his own orgasm hits. He buries himself to the hilt, groaning your name low and raw as he fills you up, hips jerking with every pulse.
He stays inside you for a long moment afterward, both of you panting, sweat-slicked and spent. Then he pulls back just enough to glance at the soaked chair and floor, that cocky smirk returning to his lips.
The afterglow lingers heavy in the air as Eren stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last spurts of his release. Your walls flutter around him, milking every drop while the mess you made cools on the leather chair and the floor beneath it. The fresh spine tattoo throbs faintly on your back, a reminder not to move too wildly, but the way he’s looking at you,like he’s nowhere near done makes it hard to care.
Eren pulls out slowly, a thick string of your mixed cum connecting you for a second before it breaks. He glances down at the obscene sight: your pussy still pulsing and leaking his load, the black tattoo chair glistening with your squirt, and small puddles on the dark wood floor.
“Shit…” he breathes, voice rough and satisfied. A low chuckle escapes him as he runs a hand through his messy brown hair, pushing stray strands out of his face. “You really soaked my chair. Never had a client make this kind of mess before.”
He doesn’t reach for cleaning supplies yet. Instead, he grips your hips and effortlessly flips you onto your back on the chair careful enough not to press directly on your fresh ink, but firm enough that your legs fall open wider for him. The position has your ass right at the edge, pussy on full display, still dripping.
“Stay just like that,” he orders, green eyes dark with renewed hunger. He drops to his knees between your spread thighs, broad shoulders keeping your legs apart. “I wanna taste how much you came for me.”
Before you can catch your breath, Eren’s mouth is on you hot, greedy, and relentless. His tongue drags through your folds, licking up the mix of your squirt and his own cum like it’s his favorite meal. He groans deeply against your clit, the vibration making your hips buck. Two thick fingers push back inside you, curling hard against your g-spot while he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.
“Eren fuck” you gasp, one hand flying to his hair, gripping the messy bun as he devours you.
He eats you like a man starved, messy and loud,wet slurping sounds filling the shop along with your broken moans. His free hand grips your thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding you open while he fucks you with his fingers and tongue. Every time you try to close your legs from the overstimulation, he growls and pushes them back apart.
“You squirted so fucking hard earlier,” he mutters against your pussy, lips shiny with your juices. “Do it again. I want you to soak my face this time.”
He adds a third finger, stretching you wider, pumping faster as his tongue flicks relentlessly over your clit. The pressure builds again at lightning speed, your second orgasm ripping through you even harder than the first. You cry out, back arching off the chair as you squirt all over his face and tongue, soaking his chin, dripping down his neck and onto his tattooed chest.
Eren doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last spasm until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.
Only then does he pull back, lips swollen and glistening, a feral grin on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock is rock hard again, flushed dark and leaking as it slaps against his abs.
“Turn over for me,” he says, voice low and commanding. “On your hands and knees, careful with the tattoo. I’m not done fucking you yet.”
You obey, trembling as you position yourself on the chair, ass up, face down against the leather that’s still damp from your first orgasm. Eren stands behind you, gripping your hips and sliding back in with one deep thrust. The new angle has him hitting even deeper, the wet squelch loud as he starts pounding into you again.
“Gonna fill this pussy up one more time,” he groans, one hand reaching around to rub your clit while the other keeps you steady. “Then I’ll clean you up… and the chair. Maybe.”
His pace is brutal and perfect, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. You’re creaming around his cock again almost immediately, the overstimulation making everything feel impossibly intense. Another orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on him as you squirt weakly this time, adding to the already massive mess on the chair and dripping onto the floor.
Eren curses loudly, slamming into you a few more times before he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, flooding you with another load until it starts leaking out around his cock.
He stays inside you for a long moment, both of you catching your breath, the shop now reeking of sex and fresh ink. Finally, he pulls out and helps you sit up gently, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead.
“Fuck… you’re trouble,” he murmurs with a smirk, green eyes half-lidded. “Next time you come in for aftercare or anything for that matter, we’re locking the door the second you walk in.”
He grabs a clean towel and some antiseptic wipes, starting to clean the chair while occasionally glancing at you with that dangerous, satisfied look.
“I’ll have to re-wrap that tattoo properly before you leave. Wouldn’t want anything happening to my work… or to round three in the back room.”
You already know you’ll be back soon,way sooner than any normal aftercare appointment.
Here is a lil fic inspired by me listening to way too much DMX songs
Im gonna try to post this one out weekly since I found the docx back on my old HDD.. sorry if the switching of POVs messes up the flow
It was hard to tell what day it was. Everything blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and guilt. The darkness outside crept into the house, the weight of my own mind pressing in, making it feel like I was trapped in some kind of fog I couldn’t escape.
I remember the sound of my mom’s voice, her hands pulling me inside. I didn’t resist. I didn’t care. Everything felt… numb. Like I was drifting in and out of a dream, watching my life fall apart without being able to do anything to stop it.
My sister Shantelle, she took my phone without asking. Apparently, someone had leaked the video of me and Jax fighting in the mall. The one where I lost control. I’d forgotten that even before everything with YN, my actions had been under the microscope. Now, it was all over the internet, like I was some kind of spectacle for people to gawk at. There were also videos of YN and me those moments in front of my mom’s house, the ones that should’ve been private. They were out there now for everyone to see. The humiliation washed over me, and I couldn’t escape it.
Then there was Mikasa. She called Shantelle and told her she was flying in to see me in person in a few days. Mikasa… she wasn’t going to let me wallow in my shit forever. I don’t know why, but that phone call made me feel even worse. It was like everyone knew I fucked up. And I didn’t deserve any sympathy for it.
Jax. My own brother. He had a bruised rib from the fight whether it was me or the way he took that hit, I didn’t even care. I knew he was going to be out for a bit with football, and I didn’t even feel guilty about it. He was the one who taunted me, kept poking at me when I was already broken. Maybe it was karma, but all I could think about was how I hurt him. How I’d hurt everyone.
I heard my dad shouting at me, his voice shaking the house. It was the same old drill “You messed up again, Ony. When are you going to learn?” but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Words felt useless now. What was the point? How do you explain to the people who love you that you’ve fucked up so badly that you can’t even forgive yourself?
At some point, Connie and Eren showed up. Connie didn’t waste any time. He came at me with a rage I couldn’t even begin to understand. He laid me out flat for fucking with YN. For throwing everything away over something that wasn’t even hers to begin with. His words fucked my head up I won't lie but the way he cut me out of his life in front of everyone… I deserved it. But hearing it all that from him? It stung harder than anything. He had been my friend, and now I was nothing to him.
Eren, as always, stayed around. He was quieter. Watching everything unfold but not getting in the way. I wasn’t sure if he was still disappointed or if he was just waiting for me to figure this shit out on my own. Either way, I appreciated him not saying much. I didn’t need more words.
But silence? The silence felt like the loudest thing in the room. It was suffocating.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay in that house, in that space where everything I had done was just waiting to be judged. Where I was forced to face the wreckage of my life. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not while they were all here, talking, judging. Not while I was still trying to figure out how I could fix the things I had broken.
MIKASA FINALLY SHOWED UP AT SOME POINT
Mikasa’s presence felt like a whirlwind, cutting through the silence in the house that had felt like it was suffocating me. She didn’t waste any time. She looked at me, eyes sharp with that usual determination she always had.
“Ony,” she said, her voice firm, “I need you to snap out of it.”
I couldn’t look her in the eye. The weight of everything was too much. I was drowning in it, and all I wanted was to be left alone. But she wasn’t going to let me sink. Not on her watch.
“Tell them I’m on some kinda bender or something,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, lie to them. Just leave me alone.”
The words stung as I said them. I wasn’t on a bender. I hadn’t smoked, drank, or even been out to distract myself. I had just been numb, completely checked out of everything. But it didn’t matter. I needed them to think I was spiraling. I wanted them to think that. Because if they believed I was just out of control, maybe that would be an easier story than what I was actually dealing with.
Mikasa didn’t flinch. She didn’t argue or try to soften the blow. Instead, she just walked over, handed me my phone, and said the only thing that really made sense in this moment.
“Here’s your phone. Do the usual apologies. Pick an interview. Not the breakfast, or the club, or any of that Shay Shay stuff. Something else. Change the narrative.”
I glanced down at the screen, the familiar social media apps flashing back at me. I could already feel the pressure rising, the weight of trying to fix something that might be unfixable. The world was watching, waiting for me to say something. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I had it in me.
I sighed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mikasa just stood there, arms crossed. Her gaze was unwavering. “Then figure it out. Because you’re not gonna sit here and let this destroy you. You owe more than just your fans an apology. You owe it to yourself.”
I took a deep breath, not really knowing where to start. I grabbed the phone, unlocked it, and stared at the camera. My mind was a mess. What was I supposed to say? That I fucked up? That I lost her? That everything I thought I had was gone?
I didn’t have the words. So instead, I just hit IG Live. The camera started rolling, and I was met with the flood of comments. The screen was filled with people who had seen the fight with Jax, the videos, the rumors swirling around. The pressure mounted as I tried to collect myself.
I glanced at the comments some supportive, some angry, others just waiting for the drama to unfold.
I took a deep breath, and with the screen on me, I finally spoke.
“Look, I know I’ve messed up. I know what you all saw wasn’t pretty, but this... this isn’t who I am. I’m not proud of it, and I don’t want to be the person you saw out there. This isn’t about me trying to win anyone back. It’s about me trying to be better. I’ve hurt people I care about, and I’ve got to face that. I’m not perfect. I don’t have all the answers, but I’m trying. And I’m gonna do better.”
The words felt hollow. But it was the best I could do. The live stream went quiet for a second as people processed what I said. I couldn’t tell if it was enough. It probably wasn’t. But I couldn’t keep running anymore. Not from the mistakes I made. Not from the people I loved.
The comments flooded in like a wave.
“I saw Connie took down all his posts with you in it, from way back.”
Ony let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching as the question hit him like a punch in the gut. He rubbed his face, trying to keep it together. He knew that this was the kind of thing people would gossip about, the kind of thing that could turn into a firestorm if he didn’t say the right thing.
“Yeah,” Ony finally muttered, eyes hardening, his tone flat. “He’s pissed. Understandably so. I fucked up, and I know it. I don’t blame him for pulling back. I hurt him, too.”
He paused, running his hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes. But the next comment came in faster than he could process.
“Is your sister Shantelle Carter the famous model?”
Ony couldn’t help but laugh dryly, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, that's my sister. The one who runs her mouth more than anyone else in this family, but don’t get it twisted she’s family. And that means more to me than the fame or the bullshit.”
It was a half-answer, but it was all he had. The questions kept coming, some of them light, others not so much. All the tea pages were spamming his live in dumb ass questions and making up shit that wasn't even true but some nice comments were mixed in as well.
the next question flashed up, making his heart skip a beat.
“I heard they fought cause Jax, his younger brother, was sleeping with YN. Is that true?”
That one hit like a ton of bricks. The room around him felt like it was closing in. He froze for a second, staring at the screen, his mind racing. He could feel the heat rising in his chest. He wasn’t ready to address this, but the lie was already out there, spreading like wildfire. And he knew—if he didn’t say something now, it would eat him alive.
Ony leaned forward, his hand gripping the phone tightly. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he addressed the comment.
“Whoever started that bullshit is straight-up lying,” he said, the anger lacing his words. “There’s no truth to that. That’s just another rumor people are making up. Jax wouldn’t do that to me, and YN... she’s not like that. She didn’t deserve any of this mess. None of us did.”
He shook his head, trying to force the tightness in his chest to loosen. But it was hard. So much of this was out of his control. He wasn’t used to this feeling—being the center of everyone’s gossip and judgment.
His thumb hovered over the phone, unsure of what to say next. But he couldn’t stop now. The questions kept pouring in.
“Ony, are you and YN done for good?”
Ony’s throat tightened. His thoughts flickered back to the last time he saw her—the last time they spoke. He couldn’t give a definitive answer, not yet. But maybe he didn’t have to.
“I don’t know. I can’t say. I fucked up. I don’t expect her to forgive me, not right now. But... I’ll do what I have to do to make things right. If she lets me.”
It wasn’t a perfect answer. But it was the truth. His truth. He wasn’t sure where YN was or what she was thinking. All he knew was he was still here, trying to fix the mess he’d made.
The comments were still flooding in, but Ony didn’t pay attention to them anymore. His eyes were focused, his mind still caught on what he’d said. “If she lets me"
Another one popped up right after, even quicker than the last:
“Yo, I heard you used to hit YN. That true?”
I froze for a second. That comment felt like a punch to the gut. Whoever the hell said that, they had no clue. My jaw clenched hard enough to make my teeth ache.
"Man, whoever started that lie is straight-up wildin'," I growled. "I ain't never put my hands on her. Ever. That’s some bullshit. You want me to be angry? Fine, I’ll own that, but don’t even come at me with that. I’d never lay a hand on her. Anyone who knows me knows that."
I shook my head, trying to keep calm, but it wasn’t easy. I had to keep going, though. So I took another breath.
“You really need to chill with that anger, Ony. It’s bad for your health.”
I stared at the screen, trying to keep it together. “Trust me, I’m working on it. I ain’t perfect, but I don’t need you all telling me what’s bad for my health. I’m trying to get my shit together. Like you wouldn’t be angry if you were in my position.”
Another comment popped up almost immediately:
“Wait, so you and King don’t talk anymore? Did he unfollow you on IG?”
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, he unfollowed me. Guess he’s pissed too. Can't blame him. But you know what? It’s whatever. That’s family, man. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it slide forever.”
A new question popped up, this one way more random than the others:
“Yo, is that chain fake?”
I looked down at the chain around my neck, then back at the screen with a smirk. "Fake?" I said, shaking my head. "Nah, this chain’s real. Real diamonds, real gold. You want the receipts? ‘Cause I’ll give ‘em to you." I let the silence hang for a second before I added, “But hey, if it makes you feel better thinking it’s fake, go ahead.”
The chat blew up with laughing emojis.
“Yo, Ony, I swear you be looking like a whole snack. Can I get your number?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smirk. “Look, I appreciate the love, but I’m not in the mood for flirting right now, okay? Maybe after I sort my life out, we’ll talk, but right now, I gotta focus on not completely ruining everything.”
Another person chimed in, clearly hoping to stir some drama:
“Is King and YN dating now? I heard they’re together after all that drama with you.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "What?! Nah, that’s a hell no," I said, my voice getting tight. "That’s a damn lie. YN is not with King. She’s doing her own thing, and I’m just here trying to put the pieces of my own life back together. Don’t believe the lies.”
One more comment came through before I could take a breath:
“Are you crying, Ony? You soft or nah?”
I laughed, the tension breaking for a second. "Cry? Nah, I ain’t crying." I sniffed. "Okay, maybe a little. But real talk, I’m tired of acting tough all the time. This shit’s real life, man. Y’all can laugh if you want, but it’s not a game. I’m just trying to do better."
The questions kept coming, some funny, some serious, and some downright ridiculous, but I kept going. I answered all of them, pushing back my own pain just to make sure people knew the truth. And when the questions about me and YN finally stopped, I stared at the screen, my chest tight.
I wasn’t going to pretend like everything was fine. It wasn’t. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. My life was a mess. But this was me, and I couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t.
Mikasa told me I should end the live because it was getting chaotic so I tried to steer it back on course a bit.
I turned back to the screen, wiped my face quickly, and stared into the camera.
"Okay, okay... you wanna keep asking questions? Let’s go." I could feel the heat coming off me. "Ask away, shoot. I'm not holding back anymore. Let’s get it."
And the chat exploded. It was like they were waiting for me to slip, to show weakness, to give them something to eat. They didn’t disappoint. The messages came in fast and furious.
🔥 YOOOOOO ONY BACK AT IT LIKE A TRUE KING
🔥 NAH YOU CANT END IT LIKE THIS, LETS GET THE ANSWERS
🔥 Y'ALL KNOW HE STILL LOVES YN HE JUST TOO PROUD TO SAY IT
🔥 HE'S GONNA CRY AGAIN WATCH
🔥 So when’s the album drop? Or nah?
🔥 Will we see you and Connie make up??
🔥 DID CONNIE UNFOLLOW YOU FOR REAL THOUGH?
🔥 Is Jax really okay though? I heard he got bruised ribs, that sounds serious?
🔥 Bruh, why King out here tryna date YN, y’all still cool??
I could barely keep up, but I read every comment. Every one. I had to respond. I couldn’t let them keep running wild.
🔥 OOOOOOOHHH SO CONNIE AND ONY OUT HERE THROWING SHADE AND STILL CREATING THE DRAMA 😂
🔥 Bro he really said King says a lot of dumb stuff, chill on that lmao
🔥 NOT THE DOUBLE STANDARD, LMAO
🔥 So wait... will YN get back with you or is that a wrap?
🔥 YN AND KING?? LMAO DO Y'ALL THINK THEY REALLY GONNA END UP TOGETHER?
🔥 Ony bout to cry again 😂, poor thing
The last comment hit me harder than I expected. “Ony bout to cry again…”
It stung, but I couldn’t back down. I took a breath, wiped my face again, and let out a low chuckle.
"Yeah, I’m still human. I’m not a robot," I said, trying to keep my cool. "But y’all wanna know what’s really funny? Y’all keep talking like you know everything, but most of you don’t. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and talk shit. You think I’m weak? Nah. I’m not weak. I just... care. And you wanna know what else? I’m not gonna beg for anyone’s forgiveness." I leaned in, staring at the screen.
"YN, Connie, King—they all gotta do their part, too. But I’m not sitting around waiting anymore. I’m not just some guy you can keep on a leash because I messed up once. And yeah, I messed up. But I’m not done yet."
The chat exploded again, but this time it was different. People were feeling it. I could see the tone shifting in the comments. They weren’t just waiting for drama anymore. They were listening. Some of them were even backing me up.
🔥 OMG, HE FINALLY SAID IT, Y'ALL BETTER RESPECT HIM
🔥 ONY NOT SITTING BACK ANYMORE, LET'S GO
🔥 HE SAID WHAT HE SAID, PERIODT
🔥 OHHHHH SO Y’ALL NOT GONNA LIE AND SAY YOU’VE NEVER BEEN IN HIS SHOES
🔥 ONY WOKE UP TODAY
It felt good. For once, I wasn’t letting them control the narrative. I wasn’t going to let people twist my story. Yeah, it hurt yeah, it sucked—but I was still here.
I glanced over to Mikasa, who had been standing behind me, silent this whole time. She gave me a small nod. I had her support, at least. I wasn’t completely alone in this.
And I wasn’t going to let anyone think I didn’t deserve respect. Not anymore.
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