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「Unheavenly Creatures Pt. 1」 Star Wars: The Old Republic ♡ Male!OC x Male!OC ♡
[This is the first part of my gift to the wonderful @iingezo who deserves so much more than I have to give, and has been one of the best parts of my life since the day we met. For the years we have known each other, she has been a limitless source of encouragement and is my main motivation in overcoming anxiety in writing. Dedicated to everything she does, she inspires me. Happy birthday, Inge. I love you~!
This fic does not have yandere themes and is based on our OCs. Aanariq, the chiss Imperial agent, belongs to her while Rich, the cyborg bounty hunter, belongs to me.]
Hunter, seeker, killer for hire. In a line of work where tomorrow isn’t promised, Sacarich—Rich for short—lives every moment like it’s his last because it very well could be. Despite his self-proclaimed stunning personality, trouble always has a way of finding the cyborg and connections were never truly built to last.
He almost becomes content with the life of a lone hunter, but he can’t help himself when he collides with Aanariq, a Chiss Imperial agent. With vibrant blue skin and hypnotic crimson eyes, Rich can't fight the instant attraction and he hates that he's such a cliché for it. Imperial Agents for the Sith Empire never garnered respect from Rich who valued his freedom above any master, but opinions are forced to change when he finds something in Aanariq that makes him want to be a better man.
Fetch quests and missions in the pursuit of their own goals bring them together as partners and Rich finds that the word that was once so foreign is something he doesn't hate if it's Aanariq.
Days become weeks as they traverse Hutta, a planet that neither of them can wait to get off of, and something akin to friendship blooms between them.
Rich's flirty demeanor softens, revealing a gentle nature that wants so much to be someone Aanariq can rely on. Aanariq, poised and professional at all times and polite in the way appropriate in boardrooms, is out of his element. In time, glimpses of his personality shine through and leave Rich wanting more.
The seemingly unshakable agent isn't a perfect machine and the superiors who take him for granted don't show any signs of letting up. Watching Aanariq rise and overcome every irresponsible demand from them causes a new rage to build within Rich and he doesn't mind stoking the flames of resentment he feels towards the empire. For all of the misfortunes he's faced in life, watching countless aging fucks treat Aanariq more like an exotic toy than a person makes him want to rip someone apart. Rich realizes he can take anything. No pain is too great, because he's seen it all before, but no one can touch Aanariq. He'll rip the Keeper's head off before they can touch him.
Harsh decisions that test their moral boundaries bring them closer together, as everything they thought they were are tested by the forces that be.
Aanariq who once was a simple office worker is catapulted into the field where his sniping expertise combined with Rich's skills honed from a life of survival bring them closer to their goals. What once is an amicable partnership transforms as Rich's feelings grow stronger for the agent who has contradicted his assumptions every step of the way.
The Chiss leaves him breathless just from making eye contact with him, and for all of his experience, Rich feels that there could be something real between them and it makes his heart flutter.
Curiosity and admiration brings Rich to Aanariq's side even when they're free from missions. He can't help but worry about his health and help in the little ways that he can. Drawn to the Chiss like a moth to a flame, he’s utterly smitten and Aanariq has no idea.
Much to Rich’s detriment, Aanariq doesn’t have a single clue...
dream come true ♥ yan!succubus x reader pt. 1
This short fantasy series is inspired by and dedicated to the lovely @iingezo on one of my favorite holidays—their birthday!
On the fringe of your most indulgent fantasies hides a seductive shade biding her time until she could wait no longer. The lines between fantasy and reality blur in just the right way when you wake up in a dream come true. Can you escape or will you give in to a woman too good to be true? Close your eyes and drift away. Let her take your hands and your heart.
Elegant fingers massaged your scalp with tender care. The scent of Chinese roses and tree peonies was in the air, and you could hear a low melodious voice. Your head rested on something soft and every now and then you would feel something akin to a feather brush against the tip of your nose. You could lay there forever, more relaxed than you had ever felt in your life, but you chanced a peak anyways. A long tendril of deep blue hair was the cause of the feather light touch. Navy tresses framed her heart shaped face, soft waves spilling over her shoulders. Thickly lashed eyes dark as obsidian gazed upon you as her glossy violet lips opened into a small ‘o’ of surprise. Pearl white teeth flashed for a moment, once sharp and alarming but then, normal and squared before you could react. The only things that nearly obscured your view of her enchanting visage was an ample chest clothed in an antique lace negligee reminiscent of something worn on a honeymoon. She was something out of your wildest dreams and you smiled slightly, sure that this was one.
“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” The true beauty crooned. Her fingers gently caressed your cheeks as she gazed down at you with something akin to adoration. How you deserved such a thing was lost on you, but you wouldn’t deny it if she was offering. You weren’t an idiot. Her voice was music to your ears and as much as you wouldn’t mind laying in her lap this was a dream, and you would surely be well rested in the morning. You rolled over and out of her lap, not noticing how her sharp nails as black as pitch lightly grazed your skin as if she was trying to pull you back in place. Sitting up, you could fully take in the striking stranger. She threw her nearly navy locks behind her shoulder, exposing the full contours of her bust and waist. With lightly toned arms and the legs of a dancer, she was both admirable and enviable.
Finding your words, you tried to take charge of this dream. “Wh-who are you?” You tilted your head as you gazed into her eyes meaningfully. They were like the depths of the ocean—something unfathomable and worthy of both fear and wonder. She smiled as she extended her legs in front of you and crossed one over the other in your lap. The short skirt of her negligee drifted upward as she did, but you didn’t take the chance to peek which she noticed this with mild disappointment. “I’m yours,” she extended the back of her hand towards you, “But if you must, you may call me Aurora. A pleasure.”
Feeling lighthearted in this dream, you took her hand in yours, “Y/n. The pleasure’s all mine.” You placed a chaste kiss on the back of it and she giggled coquettishly.
“You learn fast.”
You took it as a compliment and looked all around you. You both sat on a plush bed with comforters made of the finest threads and scattered with Chinese rose petals. It was a canopy that floated with no strings, and you realized light pink clouds drifted all around you. The skies were streaked in peach, lavender, and canary yellow casting a warm glow that backlit Aurora’s hair and gave her a halo. “Where are we?” You looked around incredulously. You had always imagined something like this but to be here and aware was a whole new thing. A bright smile nearly split your face in two and she gazed at you lovingly.
“We’re wherever I want us to be.”
She extended her arms and suddenly you both were in a cave with glowing stalactites with colors that flowed like those within a lava lamp. Green, yellow and orange fireflies lazily drifted around you both, and you could see a crystalline spring not too far off and surrounded by glowing moss and candles. Stalagmites of white and rose gold ensconced the bed you both now sat on, and you didn’t have much time to enjoy the scenery before you were somewhere else. You now drifted in an ornate boat across a vast emerald ocean. You could see islands of lush foliage and white sands in the distance, and cute sea creatures brushed up against your floating vessel wanting to be petted. Aurora sat across from you, your legs intertwined, as she held an exotic drink in one hand. When you caught her eye, she giggled again and splashed you with the other. “Seriously?” You splashed back and her giggle became a full laugh. Her white negligee was plastered to her skin more than ever as she tossed the drink away and splashed you with full force. You couldn’t let her get away with that and continued the assault. One thing led to another, and you both were clasping hands and throwing each other over the edge.
You landed in a grassy plain beneath a baby blue sky. The scent of tulips and sweet grasses tickled your senses. You looked over at her and she tossed onto her side, one head resting on open palm. As you chuckled, she continued to gaze at you lovingly, training her eyes to not miss a single detail.
You wiped some tears and finally turned to look at her, catching her intense gaze. “I don’t know if this is rude or not…”
Her teeth were sharpened and sparkling in the light. “Anything, darling.”
You couldn’t sugarcoat what you meant. This was a dream, sure, but this woman felt more real than anyone you had met in a long time. She was an enigma and you needed to know more.
“What are you...?”