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acourtofwhatthefuck · 6 months

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Practice On Me — Part Nine — Azriel x Reader

Summary: Roza’s arrival in Windhaven brings some home truths crashing down on Reader. She just needs a hug, someone to talk to, but it all goes very, very wrong…

Word Count: 3k.

Warnings: None.

Chaos evades logic.

There is no rationality to be found here. No sense to be made of the ample feelings that begin to chew you up and spit you out.

All you know, as you lace your breeches up and correct yourself, is that you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“Are you decent?” Roza calls, her back still to you.

You tie the last lace. Clear your throat. “All good.”

The closest person you’ve ever had to a mother figure turns on the spot. She’s absolutely beautiful — fucking glowing — her swollen belly visible through her thick coat, and her eyes alight with a quality you’ve never seen before.

Rhysand really is the mirror image of her.

“I actually cannot believe I just witnessed that.” She grouses. “And just when I thought the morning sickness had finally come to an end, too. My poor, poor eyes.”

Cassian makes a noise. “Roz, that’s a bit dramatic—”

“You be quiet.” She points a finger at him. “Your mouth has done quite enough tonight, thank you very much.”

The two of them stare at each other — Cassian wanting to be a little shit and push his luck, and Roza wanting to…

Well, to gouge her eyes out with a rusty spoon, probably.

But then Cassian cracks a grin, and he’s bounding over to the female like an excitable pup. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“Watch your language.” Roza scorns, but she happily accepts the hug that Cass yanks her into. “Gods, you’ve grown even more.”

You…you are rooted to the spot. Unable to move.

You want to go over there, too. To embrace her. But…but just seeing Roza makes the previous couple of months come hammering down on you in an unwelcome downpour of unwanted realisations.

You think: Roza caught me fooling around with Cassian.

And then you think: Fucking hell, I fooled around with Cassian again.

And then you’re wondering how — how you’ve let the recent events of your life veer down such a beaten, broken path.

It’s like Roza’s appearance brings a clarity that has been very much absent as of late. She’s always been a figure of reason and wisdom, always stopped you from spiralling.

And now she’s here, you’re looking at Cassian — your damn friend — and wondering just how much damage you might have caused.

He’s mid-conversation with Roza when he seems to notice you staring at him. Roza notices, too.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She says.

You open your mouth, unsure how you intend to respond. All that slips out is a rasped, “I’m just…so glad you’re here.”

Cassian snorts. “Tell that to your face.”

You can’t bring yourself to laugh at the jibe. And it would seem that Roza can’t, either. She’s studying you in that assessing way you’ve seen her wear a thousand times before — the one where the motherly instinct kicks in, and she’s sensing something is wrong. It seems to be a subconscious act, the way she slides her hand over her bump.

“So what are you doing back here, anyway?” Cassian asks her, slinging an arm round her shoulders. “I thought the High Lord wanted you to stay in Velaris for the pregnancy.”

“He does.” Roza says. “But then I found out Y/N had somehow ended up homeless and that he hadn’t bothered to help, so he and I aren’t on the best of terms right now.” She eyes you again. “I’ve come to move you properly into the cottage — including retrieving your belongings from your father’s house. I will not have you freezing your ass off in this dump.”

Gods, you love her.

She’s so fierce, so passionate. This is a female who housed three lost, rowdy children under her roof and offered them the same amount of love as she felt for her biological son. This is a female who does what she believes is right and damns the consequences. This is a female who doesn’t hesitate — not for one second — to help somebody in need.

She’s the exact kind of female you want yourself to be. And she’s the only person you wish to see in that moment.

“Perfect.” Cassian chirps brightly. “I’ll help. Let’s go fetch Y/N’s stuff from the bastard’s house right now.”

He takes a step towards the door, but Roza is laying a hand on his arm. She doesn’t look away from you once. “Cassian, my darling, I love you endlessly. And so, I say this with the greatest of adoration — fuck off to the mead hall, or something, and leave Y/N and I to have some girl time alone.”

“What?” He squawks in outrage. “But you just got here.”

“And I promise you we’ll catch up properly later. But right now, Y/N and I need some time alone.”

“But—”

“Do you want to stay and discuss the ins and outs of childbirth?”

Instantly, he falters. The change of tune would be comical if you were actually capable of feeling anything but despair in that moment.

“You know what?” He cracks a grin. “The mead hall sounds great right about now.”

Roza chuckles. “I thought it might. I’m taking Y/N back to the cottage. I’ll come and fetch you when we’re done. And if you see Az or Rhys, be sure to tell them to stay away, too.”

Oh.

This is going to be a serious talk.

You can’t remember the last time Roza was so insistent about it just being the two of you.

Probably when you got your first ever cycle, and she held and soothed and bathed you through it.

Will she still be so tender when she hears of the full scope of the mess you’ve created for yourself? You’re not sure you’d deserve it.

“Go easy, Cass.” Roza warns. “Don’t get into any fights.”

“Pff. As if I would.” Your friend lands a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful, Roz.” He says, and then he’s bustling out of the door without a care in the world.

You stare after him. Wish you could be that carefree. It feels…it feels impossible.

Gods, you just want to fucking cry.

Roza can see that. She holds a hand out.

“Come, my little dove.” She says. “Let’s get you home.”

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It kind of feels like walking into the cottage for the very first time, all over again.

You remember that night like it happened only yesterday. Remember how the cold had felt as you’d followed Azriel through the snow. The noises of bickering coming from behind the door.

Even at eleven, Az had always seemed so much taller than you. You’d noticed that as he’d strode ahead and led you inside.

Roza had been standing in the kitchen, and she’d turned to you with a curious expression. “Oh.” She’d chirped, with more warmth than you’d ever heard from your own kin. “What have we here, then?”

You, Azriel had explained to her, had been set upon by a group of males far older than you. Az had defended you, and then he’d invited you to share his dinner.

Roza had taken one look at the dirt packed beneath your fingernails and told you to thoroughly wash your hands before taking a seat. You’d done just that.

And it was at that very table that Rhysand had introduced himself.

“I’m Rhysand. My father is the High Lord.”

Roza had scolded him for showing off.

And it was after that that Cassian had eyed you with a wild, feral look and simply said, “I bet I could beat you in an arm wrestle. I beat everyone.”

“Not at my dinner table, you don’t.” Roza had put a stop to that immediately. And then she’d placed a steaming pie in the centre of the table, and High Lords and arm wrestles were all but forgotten, and Azriel had been quiet and shy at your side, but dutifully offering you different foods before he took any for himself—

Standing at the threshold of the cottage, now…it’s like watching that entire scene play out before you. The ghosts of your younger, wayward selves feast greedily on a wholesome meal that lets you forget your harrowing experiences for a little while.

How things have changed.

You finally step in. Kick the door shut behind you. The smells and warmth of your sanctuary envelop you, and you know — you fucking know that you won’t be able to keep a lid on your tears for long.

“Don’t know how many times I’ve told those idiots to put the fire out before they leave the house.” Roza mutters, but she goes striding straight towards that burning fire and welcomes its warmth. “Although, I must admit, I’m a little impressed. I expected this place to be far messier in my absence than it is. Don’t tell me they’ve actually been cleaning—”

“Roza.” You cut in, your voice shaky, desperate. “About what you saw—”

She turns back to you. Says nothing as concerned, violet eyes sweep the length of your body. She’s letting you speak, but you don’t know what the fuck to say.

You open and close your mouth as though the act will make some sense of…any of this.

It doesn’t.

“I didn’t realise you and Cassian were…” Roza clears her throat. Pauses. “I just…what of Azriel, Y/N?”

You blink at her.

Roza’s very good at knowing things she hasn’t been told, but for her to know about you and Az when she’s been in Velaris this whole time, and when, as far as you’re aware, these things have been strictly kept between you and Azriel only—

“What?” You breathe.

“Perhaps I’m wrong, I don’t know.” She frowns. “But I always suspected that you and Az would be…something more. Your connection with him has always run a little deeper than with anyone else. That’s why I was so shocked when I found you…and Cass…”

Is she wrong?

No.

And fucking damn you for taking all these years to see it. Fucking damn you for only realising you wanted Azriel as more than just your friend when somebody else began to recognise his brilliance.

Fucking damn you for all of this, and damn Azriel, too, and damn everyone.

It all comes showering down on you in an instant, harsh and unwelcome.

You love Azriel. Not just in the way you love Rhysand and Cassian. You’re in love with his soul, his spirit. Who he is will always be tethered to who you are, even though he isn’t yours to cling onto. It’s been that way since you were old enough to harbour such feelings, and you’ve been burying it all these years, burying it under bad choices and regrettable actions, because all of that seemed easier to face, than…this. The fact that you were never able to control your heart, stop it from feeling such things, and now you feel them so intensely that it hurts.

Had your deal with Az ever really been about helping him, or had it been a selfish ruse under which you could have some small experience to remember him by when he inevitably gave his heart to somebody else?

Because you are just Y/N. You’ve always just been Y/N.

You are not Kaeda — Kaeda with the wings, and the strength, and the excellence.

Just Y/N. Just Y/N—

“Speak to me, my love.” Roza steps closer. “I’m worried about you.”

Your eyes blur with tears. Your legs buckle, and you’re bracing one hand on the back of the couch while the other flies up to cup over your mouth.

“Oh, gods, what have I done?” Your voice breaks.

“Speak to me.” Roza says again.

“This is all such a mess.”

“What is, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t know what—what to do!”

“You need to breathe.” She responds firmly. “Deep breaths. Now.”

You try. Gods, you try. But your chest is constricting, and the air won’t reach your lungs, and all you can hear on a constant loop inside your head is one, bellowing sentence.

Everything is irreversibly changed.

Roza closes the gap between you and cups your face. The touch is soft, but firm. She forces you to look at her, and her face is blurred by your tears, but you know she’s looking at you how she’s always looked at you — with love.

“Tell me what’s going on, and I can help you through it.” She pleads.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” You sob back.

She yanks you close, arms wrapping around you. She’s held you like this through so, so much. This is no different.

But it feels different, in that it feels worse. Not only is it possible that your actions could change your relationships with both Cassian and Azriel, but also that they could change their relationship with each other, too — change the strong, steadfast dynamic between your three closest friends.

You tremble, clinging to Roza like you may just collapse. Your heartbeat gallops in your ears like rhythmic footfalls.

“Y/N—”

“It all turned into a total mess.” You choke out. “I was feeling things — I am feeling things — and then Azriel had Kaeda and I was jealous and stupid and I — I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have slept with Cassian.”

“You did what?”

Those three, outraged words are not spoken in Roza’s voice. The sudden interjection of Azriel’s is enough for your sobs to catch in your throat.

Every single inch of your body goes cold as you step back to look at him. Blink at him. Roza fights to keep hold of you.

Normally, he would have hurried over to embrace her. But he stays rooted to the last step of the staircase. He’s staring at you. Only you.

You’ve never seen him look so pale.

“Az.” Roza sighs softly. “We didn’t realise you were home.”

He doesn’t look away from you — not once — as he asks, “What did you just say?”

Roza inches towards him. “I think we all need to sit down and talk about this—”

“You fucked Cassian?”

Tears spill over, roll down your cheeks. Your voice doesn’t want to show itself as you croak out, “Az, I can explain.”

“You fucked Cassian?” He’s repeating it like…like he needs to. Like it won’t get into his head any other way. “You had sex with him?”

“Yes, but—”

“Around the time you and I were doing similar things?”

Roza’s head whips round to you in surprise. You’d failed to mention that bit. After a moment, she rights herself once more. “Azriel, you should let her speak.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Letting you speak is the last thing on his mind as he steps down, storming past the two of you. You reach out for him, but he’s jerking away, heading for the door.

“Azriel, please.” Your voice cracks. “Let me explain.”

“Explain that you fucked Cass? At the same time that I was sharing such…such huge things with you—”

“At the same time you were sharing them with Kaeda!”

He falls still, hand faltering on the doorknob, shoulders hunched.

And then he glances over his shoulder at you with an expression so bleak, you’d do anything, make a bargain with anyone, to wipe it from his face.

“Except that I’ve never touched Kaeda like that.” He says. “Not once. I couldn’t.”

Before you’re capable of summoning an answer, he’s yanking the door open and thundering out into the snow.

Shock pulses through you, ice-cold and harrowing. You blink, and blink and blink and blink, and you think Roza might be saying your name, but you can only choke out another sob that grates against your throat, and then your legs are moving forward, stumbling out of the door.

“Az, wait!” You cry, but he’s already striding far into the distance. “Please!”

You try to move, but it’s like the snow is binding your ankles, grounding you firmly to the spot. You sob. Try to move. Fall. Get up. It’s cold and wet. You’re hurting. Everything’s hurting.

And somebody’s yelling — yelling at you.

“Hey!” You know the voice. It’s a voice you don’t like. But you can’t put a face to it until its owner is stopping in front of you, sneering at you. Lord Devlon. “What did I tell you about staying away from these parts, girl?”

You’re incapable of answering him. You’re not even looking at him. You just stare and stare in the direction that Az disappeared in, fat, hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m talking to you.” Devlon grabs your chin between his fingers, hard. “Insolent female—”

“Remove your hand from her face at once.”

He blinks at the sight of Roza stepping out of the cottage. Clearly, he had no clue she’d returned. And even he won’t speak out against the High Lord’s pregnant mate.

He drops his hand immediately.

Roza steps up to your side and narrows her gorgeous eyes at him. Her hand sits on her swollen belly. “Look at you, Lord Devlon — following orders like a good dog. Now, go on. Fuck off.”

There’s a slight twitch of a muscle as he clenches his jaw. He hates every second of it, but he obediently turns away from you.

“Oh — Lord Devlon?” Roza calls after him.

He stops. Turns. “Yes, lady?”

“I decide who can and cannot live in my house.” She stares him down. “That call is mine and mine alone. And if I hear of you giving Y/N any more trouble? I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”

She turns her back to him with utter dismissal. If you weren’t so devastated, you might laugh at his stunned expression.

But Roza sees the pain in your eyes, and she pulls you into her arms.

“Come, my love.” She murmurs softly. “Let’s get you inside.”

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svthub · 11 months

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svthub's secret garden: a spring collab

This spring, love is in the air! Take a stroll through our garden and discover our secret world of colorful blooms. Who knows who you might run into...

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

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peony: one trick peony • @playmetheclassics [NSFW] fluff/angst • csc x female reader

synopsis: choi seungcheol could only do one type of floral arrangement, and the rest he’d pawn off to you, granted he got a ton of orders, but he would always take the orders for arrangements that he could never do. this time he went too far. he took an ‘only peonies’ arrangement–a painfully delicate flower–and took an order for a wedding, and with your luck, you’re the only two florists available that weekend.

tulip: my destiny • @wonuhour [SFW] fluff/romance/angst • yjh x female reader

synopsis: when he first met you he didn't think anything of it but he felt drawn to you. When you two started to spend time with each other he fell in love with you. So he takes you to the tulip garden, hoping you felt the same for him, since this is the place you two met each other for the first time.

dandelion: whichever blooms first • @strawberryya [SFW] fluff/hints of angst • hjs x gn reader

synopsis: a dandelion is resilient, it can weather any storm, and at the end of its life it will even grant wishes to whoever sees its worth as something more than a simple garden weed. your relationship with joshua is the same, you hope, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make a wish that your love will last a lifetime anyways.

rhododendron: sunkissed • @junkissed [SFW] fluff • husband!wjh x wife!reader

synopsis: this year for your anniversary, jun takes you on a trip down memory lane through the flowers of your past together.

carnation: be sweet • @heartkyeom [NSFW] angst/smut • prince!ksy x princess!reader

synopsis: with your country’s finances in trouble, an arranged marriage with a fellow royal is the only viable solution. yet, kwon soonyoung is not a good person, a good prince, and he is certainly not meant to be someone’s husband

foxglove: by line • @wonwussy [NSFW] smut/drama • jww x female reader

synopsis: you know the hotshot ceo is up to no good, and with the interview that can make your career, you’re finally going to have proof.

lily of the valley: valley of broken dreams (and lilies) • @duhnova [SFW] angst/fluff • ljh x female reader

synopsis: you met jihoon when you were both young and dumb — a promise you two made to become big in the music industry laid shattered years later when you lost your ability to sing, and now you have to live in the shadow of your boyfriend while you struggle to come to terms with your broken dreams.

orchid: he was sunshine, i was midnight rain • @dkakapizzaboy [NSFW] fluff/angst/smut • lsm x female reader

synopsis: he was sunshine and roses and you were orchids and moonlight. two very different people in the same industry. he was loved and you were feared, he was a warm cup of tea on a cold day and you were a bucket of ice cold water. what would happen if two highly sought after, up and coming sustainable fashion brands decided to work together on an exclusive, once in a lifetime collaboration?

zinnia: everlasting love • @sluttyminghao [NSFW] fluff/smut • kmg x female reader

synopsis: mingyu wants you to know how much he loves you after dropping hints for years, and takes you on a date you'll never forge, and maybe you'll also figure out you love him too.

lavender: and we meet again • @idyllic-ghost [SFW] fluff/angst/romance • xmh x reader

synopsis: there is something familiar about that house on the hill, even though you swear that you have never seen it before. but you’re drawn to the lavender fields and the oceanview - and the lonesome looking man you see sitting on the porch. when you approach him there is something in his eyes that you cannot understand - a knowing, a deep feeling. the question is, will you ever have enough time to figure out what that look means?

hyacinth: how flowers bloom • @cheolism [NSFW] fantasy/smut • bsk x reader

synopsis: every year, you and the god of spring meet at the edge of the clearing to perform the ceremony that decides if winter will endure or if spring will prevail, repeating the ceremony weekly until spring finally wins. after you won the last five weeks, keeping the world under your icy spell, seungkwan decides to use alternative tactics to dominate you and bring spring back.

trillium: trillium • @beahae [NSFW] fluff/smut • hvc x female reader

synopsis: vernon is flying in to see his girlfriend. oh shit, that’s… you. being away from him since it happened a few months ago makes it hard for it to feel real, especially after two years of what you both convinced yourself was a purely platonic friendship. now that he’s here in the flesh, you are determined to make it feel real. and very non-platonic.

forget-me-nots: promise ring • @lovelyhan [NSFW] fantasy/fluff/a pinch of angst/smut • lc x reader

synopsis: no one would've guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you're forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

#svthub.collab #svthub: masterlist #the secret garden

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estrella-etoile · 6 months

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HuaLian Are So Bad at Flirting They're Good

Oh my god. How can we not fall completely and entirely in love with Season 2 of the donghua?

Why do I say I adore it so much? Because of just how cringe HuaLian are with one another. It's so embarrassingly endearing seeing these two complete love failures try to figure out how to flirt (and do it terribly for anyone not named the other).

Let us start with our sweet lonely old man Xie Lian. He feels his loneliness so hard at Pu Qi shrine it hurts. He clutches a ring and the second Ling Wen reaches out he hides that ring under his robes, guarding it like a precious secret. And yet... does he think "hmm, I had a wonderful time with San Lang! I hope he had a wonderful time with me, maybe I should try to figure out how to get in touch to "try" to return this ring (but really to see him.)

Good thing Jun Wu tried to drive a wedge between them by sending XL to Ghost City to find out (for the first time in his life) that it was Hua Cheng's territory.

Then XL is in Ghost City. And he's trying not to swoon when he sees that his handsome San Lang maxed out peak hotness and is letting him win and touching him. "He's teasing me." (He let you bet a god for a half-eaten mantou and played fake rounds until he'd rubbed enough of his luck onto you to lose gracefully. SIGH) Yet instead of going "wow I wonder if San Lang likes me?" he watches an indirect kiss and a smirk and runs away.

You would think that this would make XL the biggest dork? And at episode 2, you would be right.

But my dear San Lang. My lovely precious ghost king BB goes so far into the cringe the next episode that he grabs the prize from XL.

We start with the try to be cool "gege pretended not to know me and then did not come find me!" while accidentally leaving the impression he was headed to a brothel (which... given XL's first three minutes in Ghost City... not entirely impossible). So yeah. Off to a great start ghost king.

He did at least look okay with the discussion of a home versus a residence (and scored himself a perma-invite to Pu Qi... because XL was looking for any possible opening to make that clear too.) And a pretty good explanation of why he's in charge of the city of sin. Then the trying to take care of gege during a PTSD flashback, yes! Go San Lang Go!

And then... the armory. It was adorable watching XL fangirl over the weapons. And seeing him smile and talk about how great they all were.

But babygirl HC... don't just smile smoothly and say "I will give you the whole armory." Yes yes, we all know you feel this way, but... not on the first date. When XL also politely refused (because that's kind of a HUGE offer to him), don't double down with "then you can have this room and visit any time you want! OH! I can help you with upkeep!"

XL has not really even come to terms with the fact that there is this person who enjoys his company yet. He's really really confused about the whole why the world's most handsome ghost king wants to be around him. You're just going to confuse him way way too much by trying to give him an arsenal of spiritual weapons.

But here's the thing. It worked. Sort of. Not because XL accepted the swords, but because he accepted the affection and the friendship. He doesn't want HC's status or his wealth. He wants to pet HC's uber-weapon and talk about sacred swords with someone. He wants HC's company. And maybe because HC's existence has pointed out that most relationships are transactions, he starts his approach using that mentality, even though his love and affection for XL is the opposite of transactional.

HC doesn't need to wine and dine XL. He needs to visit Pu Qi shrine as much as he wants.

Neither of these precious beans understand what a normal relationship looks like. So it's not a surprise that what they both want is the same: a genuine and unconditional connection. They have it already, so even when they both attempt to flirt with each other in ways that would make Pei Ming have an aneurysm, they still eventually triumph.

Because below the surface attempts is something so sincere and deep that they'll get there, and even find those silly cringe surface things hilarious when they sort it all out together.

#hualian #heaven official's blessing #season 2 episode 3 spoilers #tgcf meta #hua cheng and xie lian are adorable cringe with each other #and i love that for them

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a-d-nox · 11 days

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the root chakra and whether i believe you could survive an apocalypse

the root chakra is telling of our survival instincts and what we need to survive.

1 (the magician): absolutely these people are super resourceful and can definitely figure out how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world.

media representation: mike lowe on alone s2

2 (the high priestess): you saw the end coming but likely want nothing to do with long term living in a world without life and only death. you probably are a prepper though.

3 (the empress): it's pretty unlikely you will live - you are too reliant on others providing for you and likely would miss the convince of the modern world.

4 (the emperor): 100% is going to live - this person saw it coming and was preparing for a long time (mentally, physically, etc). they don't have interest in a commune either or rather they would never be dependent on others to survive - they would probably become a leader in an apocalypse.

media representation: any lead character in a post-apocalyptic movie / tv show

5 (the hierophant): dooms-dayer - 100% percent would pray on those who are scared and convince them that you have minimal ways to survive most of which will involve aiding them. they are the type to dictate to others what they need to be done but won't get their own hands dirty. they have zero issues turning religion into a way of life and claiming that current passages were warning them all along - they definitely would result to implementing scare tactics.

media representation: david in the last of us

6 (the lovers): reliant on others for survival. they aren't likely to last long in that regard but also they are likely prone to depression and would become existentialistic.

7 (the charioteer): their survival depends on whether or not they have survival gear - if they don't have a good baseline, they are likely going to be the first to go. they do make good nomads though so long as they do not depend on motorways too early into the apocalypse.

8 (strength): they start out strong then end up giving up. they can be prone to getting hurt too so it is likely they will succumb to infection - perhaps consider shaping up your first aid and herbal knowledge base.

9 (the hermit): the hermit himself was a man of the wilderness - he disappeared on his own and survived on his own. these people are likely to do the same. very little will impend them they just have to be of the mindset they can do it.

media representation: the tv show alone

10 (wheel of fortune): this is the person who just survives based off of dumb luck sometimes these people have really really bad luck though.

11 (justice): this is a practical individual - who knows how to use their resources. unfortunately, they are rather high maintenance so they might be unhappy in a post-apocalyptic world.

media representation: american horror stories: apocalypse (s8)

12 (the hanged man): nope 100% wouldn't make it - probably would be the one to want to loot and take from stores then get hurt in the process because they aren't aggressive enough.

13 (death): they bounce back all the time, so i wouldn't be surprised if they just keep coming back from almost dying.

media representation: joel in the last of us

14 (temperance): they would be great at moderation/rationing their supplies, but they can experience exposure to the elements that nearly kills them if not kills them.

15 (the devil): nope, they are too dependent on the modern world and likely couldn't adjust to new horrors of an apocalyptic world.

16 (the tower): i mean they are preppers and i can see them being capable and durable, but they are accident prone and can have a horrible death if not careful.

17 (the star): absolutely not - these people are quick to give up and feel hopeless in a post-apocalyptic world. they are also prone to being overly exposed to the elements.

18 (the moon): i feel like they could survive but the question is whether or not they could bear being alone with themselves... being alone makes you face all the shadows of the self. i don't feel that they would do well in a group dynamic as they would clash with the different personalities.

19 (the sun): oop these people dip so hard. they don't care what it takes to survive they simply will.

20 (judgment): simply yes. they are very capable of remaking a life in a world they no longer recognize.

21 (the world): definitely. this is a bad ass placement - they come out on top every single time. they are often the last man standing in a survival situation.

22 (the fool): they lack awareness and it tends to be their downfall. also they take too many risks and in a survival situation, you can't simply "wing it".

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silverstonesainz-archive · 1 year

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hi! i just have an idea carlos x reader imagine, do you mind writing it?

here’s the idea:

they’ve been dating in secret for a year and decided to go public soon, so they agreed to enter the paddock together at the next gp as a way to announce the relationship

but a few days before the gp started, reader feel nervous about what will people think about her, so carlos comforts her. Carlos also posted photos of reader and him on their last holiday to soft launch the relationship and show her what people think (fans loved her and their relationship)

sorry if it’s to long and there’s a mistake in grammar, english isn’t my first language hehe

thank you ❤️

hope this was okay sweetie!! (i also made a whole edit with this i may have a stroke)

paddock walk (cs55)

summary: the one where carlos tries to calm your nerves word count: 647

“what do you mean you’re not coming anymore?”

you nibble on your bottom lip, listening to carlos’s soft breathing on the other end of the line. you and carlos had been planning your appearance to the spanish gran prix for a month now, finally coming to terms that a year of hiding your relationship was enough, and that you were both comfortable with sharing a piece of it with the world. but only a piece, and that would start with you can carlos arriving at the paddock together.

it’s not your first grand prix. you had managed to sneak into a couple throughout the last year, like suzuka and singapore to name a few. you were always there, but always arriving when he was already deep in last minute meetings or warm ups. but this sunday in spain, you would instead be arriving with carlos. no more secretly kissing good luck in the hotel, or the subtle smiles in passing when he’d walk by you in the garage. you would no longer be just some girl, now everyone would know that you are carlos sainz’s girlfriend. and it made you nauseous.

“i just think it’s too soon.”

“that’s not the reason amor. what is it?”

you don’t like that he can see right through you, even without seeing you. he isn’t wrong; it’s not too soon, if anything the timing was perfect. but going public meant opening yourself up to his world even more so. which means welcoming people following your every move because they were following his every move. you’ve seen the way other girlfriends have been treated online; the abuse and threats, the way their every move is analyzed down to the millisecond. truth be told, you weren’t ready for that. you weren’t ready to be scrutinized just yet. you just wanted a couple more weeks of bliss.

“what if they don’t like me?”

“who?”

“your fans,” carlos sighs but your persist on, “what if they think i’m not pretty enough or they don’t like-“

“amor, that doesn’t matter. none of that matters, you know that. that’s not the point of this weekend. the point of us arriving together isn’t to receive public approval, but to share a piece of us with them.”

“i know…” you sigh softly, rubbing your eyes. “i know… i’m just scared.”

carlos sits on his bed, “well… you’re still coming to the race right?”

“mhm. i wouldn’t miss it.”

“okay.” he smiles to himself. “okay. we can decide when the day comes. if you’re still not comfortable by then, then we won’t do it this weekend. we won’t do it until we’re on the same page. okay?”

you fall back onto your bed, a bit of relief, “okay. thank you”

“of course baby. now, go to sleep. te veré mañana. buenas noches, te amo.”

“te amo.”

you go to sleep without another thought about the ordeal, agreeing that you both would figure it out when the day comes. between traveling to barcelona and making up for lost time with carlos, you barely had time to look at your phone. it was long forgotten, too wrapped up in your boyfriend to even care.

finally with some downtime, carlos pulls out his phone. he scrolls some before handing it over to you. “i don’t know if this will make a difference on your decision, but i thought you should see.”

you take his phone, looking on his screen to not only see a his instagram open, but the countless comments underneath it. your heart beats out of your chest, reading all the kind words. the nice overpowers the mean, and your anxieties begin to disappear one by one. there’s still a bit of worry, but not as much as the night prior. you look over at carlos and smile, leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips.

“well?”

“let’s do it.”

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skzhua · 5 months

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pairing: trainer!hwang hyunjin x female!reader (feat. han jisung)

genre: divergent!au, love triangle, fluff, angst, dystopian, slow burn.

word count: 16,170

warnings: swearing, fighting, mention of death, drugs, drinking, suggestive. (proofread-ish)

summary: hyunjin is a confusing man. one day he confides to you with such passion, the next he ignores you. meanwhile, you have to figure out who you are and what you want.

a/n: the story is similar to divergent but very different at the same time. some things don't match with the original universe. tell me if you would be interested in a sequel!

"Wake up." you groaned as you shook your brother awake.

He let out a whine, slowly getting aware of his surroundings. With a yawn, he finally opened his eyes and gave you a disgusted look. You were dressed formally from head to toe. Even your hair that was usually in a messy bun was properly styled into a slicked back ponytail.

"What's happening?"

You rolled your eyes before throwing a pile of clothes at him. "Today's our aptitude test, remember?"

He frowned for a moment while inspecting the attire. "Right..." he sighed.

Walking downstairs, you met with your parents as they prepared breakfast. Kissing both their cheeks, you sat down and watched them cook.

You loved your parents for sure, there was no denying that. However, being in the Candor faction meant they were unapologetically truthful in their remarks. This was a great strength in political terms but as far as you were concerned, it made your childhood rough, especially since you became a teenager. Nonetheless, you loved them. Sometimes.

"Did you wake Felix up?"

You nodded your head. "He'll be coming down in a bit, that is if he doesn't fall back asleep."

"I'm up." the said-boy spat out at you as he came down the stairs.

Stealing a toast from your father's grasp like it was nothing, he sent you another one of his annoying grins. One that said "Aha, I'm the favourite." He was undeniably the favourite but it didn't mean he had to be this pretentious about it. His spot was earned when your older brother left the family to join the Erudite faction. It was a rough day for you and your family but Minho was even worse than Felix in terms of showing off being the golden child.

"I can make some more, Felix." your mother smiled warmly at your brother.

You huffed. "You didn't even bother offering me one."

"Y/N, don't be like this."

"I'm only saying that it wouldn't hurt showing a bit of love to your other child."

She sighed before sliding a bowl of cereals your way. She sure tried to make an effort at times but she couldn't lie to you. She loved Felix more. You looked at the meal with an unfazed look and pushed it back to it. Why were you still trying at this point?

"I know it can be a stressful day but I have no doubt this will be a new beginning. I sure do hope you will get Candor but as long as Abnegation is not an option, I'll respect your choice."

Your father's words being obviously directed to your twin brother, you let out yet another groan and went to the front door, ready to leave. As your family continued on with their chat, you leaned against the doorframe to wait. A few "good luck"s and "do good"s types of comments later, Felix finally joined you to head out.

Just as you were about to step out, your mother stopped you by calling out your name. "Good luck to you too." she smiled.

Although you knew she could only tell the truth, you still doubted her. With a quick nod of the head, you walked out.

It was a woman who was in charge of your test. While the room was threatening with its white walls, the intimidating tools and the chair that stood in the middle, you were far from being stressed. If anything, you had been waiting for this moment your whole life. An opportunity to get away from your annoying brother and your parents who were constantly disappointed in you? Yeah, you knew you were definitely not a Candor.

"You can sit." the woman said, grabbing your attention and you did as told.

Totally unbothered to say another word to you, she began to prepare the material for the test. The screen next to her was pitch black for now and she seemed to be mixing some sort of serum. You were about to ask her what it was but she turned around in a swift manner and held the said-serum in front of you.

"Drink this."

Doubtful, you took the vial from her hand and drank it down. Coughing at the taste, you almost choked.

And as you got over it, your whereabouts had totally changed. The test had started.

You were taken aback when you saw your reflection from across the room. Looking around, there was nothing else but that. What were you supposed to do now? Unsure, you walked towards the reflection. Only, seconds later, another you turned into an infinite number of yourself. Mirrors everywhere. Just to be sage, you walked backwards until you hit something. Two pillars with bowls on top were what you had bumped into: one with a knife and another with cheese.

"Choose!" you heard from your left.

Jumping in surprise, you came face to face with yourself but not quite yourself. Although it wasn't exactly another person, it felt somehow reassuring to have a presence with you.

"Choose..." you repeated in a whisper. "Which one is the right one?"

The other you refused to speak.

"Can't you tell me?"

"Choose."

You frowned. This was sure not helping. And luckily for you, you would have to make the choice as the pillars were replaced by a dog. You usually adored animals but this one wasn't exactly what you'd describe as friendly. Quite the opposite, it was barking at you nonstop. Growling with his back arched up, he was coming dangerously close to you. You knew it was a matter of seconds before it'd attack you. Stepping backwards, you held your hands up in defense, waiting for it to charge. Before you could even prepare yourself mentally, it lunged at you at full speed. Heartbeat racing, you closed your eyes. As if time had stopped, your mind was filled with reasonings, one being the most logical.

This was a simulation. There was no dog.

Your eyes slowly opening, the dog was sitting at your feet, looking up at you with its puppy eyes. You mentally gave yourself a tap on the shoulder but the pride didn't last long. A young girl staring at you and the dog appeared nearby. This caused the animal to go wild again, growling and barking at the girl. As it started to chase after, you jumped at it before thinking and tackled it down.

You gasped for air and sat straight up on the chair. You weren't fully back to reality when the woman in charge of your test spoke in a hurried voice.

"Go home, now."

You stare at her in confusion, not moving the slightest bit which was definitely putting her to the edge. She took you by the arm to get you off the chair and led you to the door.

"Tell your family I sent you home early because you reacted poorly to the serum."

"Wait." you stopped her. "What happened? Why are you telling me this? What were my results?"

She froze in place before clearing her throat. "It was Candor." she paused. "But it was also Amity, Abnegation, Dauntless, Erudite-"

"Woah, what are you saying?" you cut her off, confusion growing in you.

"You can't tell anyone, not even your family. This type of results puts you in grave danger."

Your brain was running at a thousand miles per hour as you were trying to make sense in what she was saying.

"So what do I chose at the ceremony tomorrow?"

She grunted in frustration. "Anything but I put Erudite as your result."

"How is it possible that I don't have a clear result?"

She had visibly caught on your desperation and curiosity as her eyes got softer. "It's called Divergent. It's extremely rare but possible and you will get eliminated if someone ever finds out."

"So..?"

"Stay on the low and don't tell anybody."

Felix seemed to be floating on a cloud. Skipping as you were heading to the choosing ceremony, he was grinning like a child while singing happy tunes.

"Lix, can you shut it?" you asked in the nicest way possible.

He walked closer to you and leaned down in order for his mouth to be right next your ear. "No."

"Let your brother have his fun. After all, it is an important day for you two." your mother said in his defense.

"Sure is important. Proof is that you truly were worried when I came home sick from the test yesterday." you smiled at her in a sarcastic way.

"Y/N Lee." you father said in a warning tone.

"Sorry."

You weren't anywhere close to feeling sorry. Still, you followed them as you finally arrived at the ceremony. The room was filled with people your age who were accompanied by their parents. It was interesting and nearly awkward to see all of the factions together in one place as this was a rare occasion.

You soon found your seats and waited for everyone to settle. Once the place was full, a man you presumed to be the host stood in front of the bowls that were displayed for you to make your choice. He started to go on about the factions, the importance of today's choice, and so on. Frankly, you weren't listening and Felix wasn't either apparently.

Snudging your arm continuously, he whisper-yelled your name a couple of times before you decided to finally snap a "what?" at him.

"I'm nervous."

You perked up an eyebrow. "You? Nervous?"

He nodded. "You know, I'm going to miss you."

You laughed sarcastically but his face remained the same, his worry was still plastered all over his face. With a sigh, you rubbed his hand. "I'll miss you too. You might get on my nerves but you were a good brother."

You exchanged smiles but it was soon interrupted by Felix's name being called. He took a deep breath before walking down to choosing point. You watched his back while he was making a small cut un his hand. You had no idea what he was choosing or what were his results to the test. You wanted to think he was going to pick Candor to stay with your parents but he was obviously not going to. Felix was simply not fitting in Candor.

"Erudite." the man announced after Felix's blood came in contact with the water.

You stared at him blankly, watching him head towards the Erudite group. You would have expected him to go with Abnegation, he has always been a kind soul despite being the snob brother he was to you. You started to wonder whether he made the choice himself or he picked Erudite to not be on your parent's wrong side. Anyway, this wasn't important to you anymore. It was your time to choose.

After hearing your name, you walked to the same spot where Felix was standing seconds ago. You hissed as you sliced part of your palm with the knife. And then, you froze. As it came down on you that you had no idea what you were supposed to belong to, every muscle in your body tensed up. You had to think fast, everyone was watching you. Looking at each bowl one by one, you gulped. What now?

After what seemed to be hours, your hand lifted above a bowl and you hear a sizzle as your blood dropped.

"Dauntless."

The faction in question cheered while you went to sit with them with a shy face. Why did you even choose Dauntless? You weren't built to be physically fighting. You weren't as cunning as they were. Sure, you had an attitude but that was it.

The rest of the ceremony went by rather quickly as you had totally zoned out after your turn. You could stay like this for long, however. The moment your new faction left the place, you were told to run and follow.

Your cardio was never in its best state, this was only a confirmation of it. You were among the people running behind. Still, you didn't let this discourage you and you persisted on joining the others.

Coming face to face with a metal pole that led to the train rails, you watched everyone climb up. Taking a second to check your proper and formal attire, you doubted a little. Nonetheless, you followed their moves and climbed up, not daring to look down.

Next thing you had to do was jump in the train coming whilst it was functioning. The speed was almost too fast for you to keep up but you managed. Grunting and panting, you put your body against the wall and slid down in exhaustion. That's when you noticed a boy in front of you was staring. You almost called him out for it but were interrupted when you heard people getting agitated. Glancing outside, they were jumping from the wagons to the rooftop of a building. You cursed at yourself, already having enough of it for your first day. Again, you shut yourself up and followed. You would lie if you said you weren't proud of yourself.

"Hmph." you heard grunting behind you.

The same boy from earlier. He was the same age as you for sure but he looked much younger, as if he wasn't supposed to be there. Most importantly, he looked vulnerable. It made you question yourself why he even chose Dauntless.

You walked to him, offering your hand which he took with no hesitation. With a grateful smile, he stood up before you walked side by side to join the others.

"Han Jisung." the boy spoke up.

You extended your hand again for him to shake. "Lee Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." he smiled, a bit too enthusiastically in your opinion.

"Likewise."

"Alright, initiates!" a man, presumably one of the trainers, called out. As everyone gathered around him, he led you to the edge of the building. "My name is Changbin, I will be going through your initiation with you. You chose Dauntless, I hope you have an idea what you got yourself into."

You hated the look in his eyes, menacing and yet, obscure. You couldn't tell a single thing past his façade.

"So, who's willing to come down first?" he asked, scanning the group. "Nobody?"

You and Jisung exchanged looks, his much more nervous than yours. You took a deep breath and made your way through the crowd to come forward.

"What are you doing?" you heard Jisung whisper-yell at you.

"First jumper, uh?" Changbin snickered.

You ignored him and stepped onto the wall, not forgetting to look down. There was a hole, wide enough for a whole building to fit. It was so deep, you couldn't see the end of it. Taking a deep breath, you shut your mind off from any distressing thoughts and jumped. You could feel you heart pound so loudly and yet, it felt liberating. You were in the air, falling slowly and feeling nothing around you.

As you reached the end merely seconds later, your body was met with a net. Waking up from your daze, you began to make your way to edge so you could get off. Still, you were struggling.

"Here, take my hand." a soft voice spoke.

Your eyes moved to where it came from and you spotted what you could describe as the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Mysterious but soft, his features were completing one another perfectly. He was breathtaking.

"What's your name?" he asked once he helped you get off.

"Y/N."

"Hm." he hummed, taking a moment to look at you closely. "First jumper: Y/N." he announced loudly.

It made you realize a whole other crowd was there, watching the new initiates arriving. You joined them and waited patiently for the next person to come. You were relieved to see Jisung coming safe and sound, although slightly shaken up. He rushed to your sides as soon as his feet touched the ground.

"This was not fun." he breathed out, making you chuckle.

"It's only the beginning."

"Believe me, I know that." he rolled his eyes.

"Why did you choose Dauntless, anyway?"

He gulped. "It was my test results, but I think I should have stayed with my parents in Amity. What about you?"

"I don't know, it looked fun to me."

His eyes widened. "How can you describe this as fun? It's a death wish."

"What was that?" the pretty man said, interrupting your friend.

Jisung froze in place as the man made his way to him in a slow and imposing way. The guy was tall to begin with but you felt smaller than a mouse in his presence. If you thought Changbin was intimidating, this was nothing compared to that.

"That's what I thought." he sighed before stepping away from the two of you. "Welcome initiates. My name is Hyunjin and I will be in charge of your training with Changbin here with me to keep a look on you all. A few times during your initiation, Chan will come take a look to see how things are going for you. For those who don't know him, he is the faction's leader. Now, I'm not someone who teaches softly. It will be harsh, demanding, but you knew that once you chose us.

"The initiation process is long and tiring but I believe you'll be doing just fine. The first step is physical training. You will learn to fight and defend yourselves in ways you can't even imagine as of right now.

"The second step is psychological endurance. I will go more in depth once we get there but it will be the hardest part of the process. Only the toughest ones among you will make it through.

"Finally, your abilities will be shown to the faction leaders which will then determine your role among the faction. For exemple, I was made a trainer and Changbin is one of the co-leaders."

"Because you rejected to offer to be one, they asked me." Changbin commented but Hyunjin brushed it off.

"For tonight, a party will be held for your arrival. Tomorrow morning, your training will begin. Follow me, I'll show you where you'll stay."

The whole group did as told and you walked through a couple of hallways, all darker than the ones before. Water was dripping and the lighting was dimmed so much, you could barely see.

In the end, you arrived in a one-room place where the toilets were exposed for everyone to see. Beds were arranged messily and you could tell the conditions were not going to be the best for the next year.

Hyunjin, after answering a few questions, left you all to get changed before coming to the cafeteria. He instructed for you to go burn your old factions' clothing as you were no longer going to need them. It kind of broke your heart to official put terms with your past life, but you had to do it.

As you dropped your old attire in the burner, you thought of Felix for a second. How was he doing in Erudite? Did Minho find him and help him? Was he adapting well?

And your parents? How were they handling being separated from their favourite child?

"Are you going to pick at your fries all evening?"

Jisung speaking brought you out of your thoughts. You didn't even remember getting your food and sitting with him. Right in front of you were two other guys who Jisung had seemed to befriend.

"Sorry." you replied. "I was just thinking."

He sighed. "Same. I'm thinking about my parents. I hope they know I'll be alright."

"Will you, though?" one of the two boys asked jokingly.

"Jeongin, come on." the other said. "We'll be done with this initiation thing before we know it. Plus, Jisung is braver than you; he jumped right after missy here."

"Thanks, Seungmin." Jisung smiled.

"Where were you before?" you asked, curious about where these new friends came from.

"Abnegation." Seungmin smiled proudly. "And Jeongin was in Erudite."

"Amity." Jisung informed, though you already knew that. "Can I just say, you look nothing like a Candor."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What do you mean by that?"

Jeongin scoffed. "You're kidding? You're supposed to be truthful and say what comes in your mind but you're awfully quiet."

You jumped when a tray a food was dropped on the table. Hyunjin, in all his glory, sat next to you as he sent a glare to Jeongin before speaking.

"Knowing when to shut your mouth is actually a good trait for Dauntless, which is your faction now. So no talk about the other factions, got it?"

You all nodded nervously, afraid he'd take out any of you in a second. Nonetheless, you could see there was something mysterious about him. Whether it was the presence or lack of darkness, what was in his eyes: you were pulled by it.

"Are you a Dauntless born?" you bluntly asked.

Your new friends' eyes widened at your boldness. Either you were about to get beaten or killed, both bad scenarios.

Hyunjin finished his bite slowly, jaw clenching, before he turned to look at you in the eye. "What tells you you can speak to me?"

You blinked once, unsure on what to answer. "Well, I just thought-"

"You thought wrong. I'm only here for the training, not to make friends."

And just like that, he stood up and took his tray before walking away, far enough for you to lose sight of him. You huffed at yourself. Odd, you thought.

"Did he come here only to leave two seconds later?" Seungmin said in confusion.

Jisung shrugged. "Let's not question it."

Dinner continued normally after that. As instructed, none of you mentioned their faction again. Instead, you went on with learning more about each other. Jeongin is the middle child, making him the forgotten one by his parents. He is a lively guy but can be rude at times. He never means any harm, though. Seungmin is the younger sibling of an older sister. He likes making jokes and fun of people, in an affectionate way of course. And Jisung, you were starting to know him pretty well. He is a shy boy at first but can be noisy when comfortable.

"I have to thank you, Y/N. I don't think I would have been able to go through all what happened if it wasn't for you." Jisung smiled gratefully.

"Thanks for sticking around too." you smiled back.

The moment was interrupted when a loud whistle was heard. On a table stood Hyunjin, Changbin, and another unknown man. Once they caught everyone's attention, they asked you all to shut it.

"Initiates." Changbin started, loud enough for the whole group to hear. "I hope you had a blast tonight. Unfortunately, it has to come to an end. Before we send you back to the dormitory, the faction leader has a few things he'd like to tell you."

He gestured to the man next to him to speak in his turn. He wasn't that much taller than Changbin. What stood out from him to you really was his blonde hair. His aura was intimidating but nothing remotely closed to Hyunjin's. For him, you could see he had a soft side.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Christopher, or Chan. Whatever you prefer. I am Dauntless' leader for a 5th year now. Welcome to the faction. I won't lie, the process of initiation will be hard and rough. Now, I am strict with newcomers, but I'm also someone who won't take disrespect lightly. Although you are trained to fight, I strongly believe we should all be respectful among us. I'll be watching you throughout the process, which starts tomorrow. Good luck, and welcome again."

Hyunjin was quick to dismiss you all to your room – though you wouldn't go as far as to call it that – and instructed you all to get up in time the morning after. As he finished speaking, he gave you a glare that lasted too long to your liking before leaving as well. Was it a glare or a simple stare? You weren't exactly sure in all honesty.

You did wake up in time, all thanks to Jeongin. The poor boy had frantically ran around while almost screaming as he couldn't find his pants. In the end, he had simply left them with Seungmin's belongings the previous night.

Still a bit sleepy, you looked around to check where you had left your own things. Strangely enough, they were nowhere to be found. Only then, Jisung appeared with a pile of your clothes and laid them on your bed before sitting on the thin mattress.

"I assumed you'd want to stay in bed a bit longer so I prepared your things in advance." he shyly admitted.

"I appreciate it, thanks." you nodded your head.

You rapidly ran to a corner, making sure no one could see you naked, and joined your new friends so you could head to the training room together. On the way there, you couldn't help but look at your surroundings once more. It was still surreal that you were in a new faction, one so different. You started to wonder if you had made the right choice. Maybe you should have gone in Erudite with your brothers. Then, again, you didn't have the best relationship with them anyway.

There was no room to have such thoughts, you were in Dauntless and that was it. Even more so now that you were standing in front of a seemingly exhausted Hyunjin next to an equally tired Changbin. Maybe they continued the party after you left.

"First day and you're all here. Good." Hyunjin nodded to himself after counting everybody. "Alright, so today is going to be hard for you. It's the beginning and you aren't used to it yet so don't expect yourself to be absolutely great. I don't expect any better than that anyway."

You noted how low he was speaking of the group. Sure, you were all beginners but it was no reason to slander you like this.

"Each week, you will be ranked from strongest to weakest. This is in no way my decision, it is a new reform by the factions leaders. The strongest one are going to be assigned higher positions and the weakest ones are unfortunately not going to make it to the faction."

"Wait, what?" you spoke up, making Jisung grab your wrist as a warning.

Hyunjin's eyebrow perked up as he walked to where you stood. "Y/N."

"Won't make it as in..?" you trailed of for him to finish.

"As in they won't be kept in the faction, they'll become factionless."

You scoffed. "This is ridiculous."

His eyes darkened. "Again, this is not my choice. If it was me, I wouldn't do such a thing, I'm not as cruel as you believe me to be."

"I never said you-"

"Dagger throwing. We're starting with that today." he cut you off.

Jisung's grasp on you loosened, but it didn't mean he was going to let you be just like this. He moved his head to your ear and whispered.

"You really have a death wish, don't you?"

You snickered. "Maybe."

He rolled his eyes at you, unimpressed at how you weren't taking this seriously. Jisung wanted you to stay, he knew and saw the potential in you. Plus, it did help that you were so nice to him.

"The goal is to throw it exactly where you want it to land." Hyunjin informed after you all positioned yourself in front of a target in the shape of a person. "I'll tell you a body part and you have to throw it at the exact spot. Let's start easy with the heart."

He did it once as an example before letting you try for yourselves. Easy... For him, yes, but you weren't sure if you could throw it far enough. Despite your extreme lack of assurance, you mimicked the motion he did and try your best to throw the dagger with enough strength. Visibly, this was not your strongest point. You did reach the target, but it landed on where the hip would be. Discouraged a bit, you still tried again. Lower stomach this time; improvement.

"Holy shit, look!" Jisung nudged you as he pointed to his own target.

As you saw that his dagger had landed on the chest, you high-fived him, not forgetting to slip in a small "good job". If Jisung was capable, that means it wasn't impossible. So you attempted it again. Stomach again; consistent at least.

"Y/N." you heard from behind you, a little too close to your liking.

"Yeah?" you said, turning around to come face to face with Hyunjin.

Damn, you had forgotten how pretty he is. Up close, you could see even the pores of his skin, a skin so smooth it made you mad. How was he able to keep it so clean in an environment like this? And his eyes, so obscure you could drown in them and yet, their slender shape brought a balance between beauty and fright.

"Your throw is good but you need to put more power into it." he commented before taking your forearm and bringing it further back to where you'd usually start. "Try again. Same method, but you gain momentum."

You let out a breath you didn't acknowledge you were holding back and looked back at your target. As he told you, you did the same move and you hit it. Right where he was asking you to hit, the heart. Just where Jisung had threw his own dagger as well. You squealed in pride, earning a smug huff from Hyunjin. As if he was saying "I told you so".

"I can see why he's the one teaching us." Seungmin said, impressed. "Good job, Y/N."

Next up was physical fighting. To start with, you were going to use punching bags as you would eventually move up to fighting each other. For this part, Changbin was the one to show you a few techniques. Meanwhile, Hyunjin sat in a corner as he observed the scene. To give you an idea on the aura he was projecting, he looked like a mafia boss watching his henchmen do his work.

"We'll start with that for today and add a couple of moves tomorrow. Go." Changbin finished instructing.

Jeongin was the first one to hit his own punching bag, meanwhile you decided to look around instead. By watching the others, you might be able to understand quicker how to position your body. Physical strength wasn't something you had to start with and it wouldn't hurt to not dare too much on your first attempt.

"Are you okay?" Jisung asked you, taking a small break.

You observed the sweat dripping on his face before nodding. "Are you okay?"

"This is hard but, I mean, it's our first time. I'll get the hang of it eventually, hopefully."

The worry in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you but you presumed he wouldn't want to talk about it. You were quick to start attacking your own bag, going soft at first as you focused mostly on your moves.

The first month passed by so fast, you were barely getting used to your new lifestyle. Jisung was the one to wake you up every morning since your habit of sleeping in didn't leave you yet. He was also the one you got along with the most, unsurprisingly. You had your little routine every day : waking up, leaving for training, helping each other, joking around and complaining during your lunch break, training again, eating dinner with Seungmin and Jeongin, and finishing the day by hanging out at the rooftop of the main building.

"Let's do something else." you prompted as soon as you sat down in front of Jisung.

Cheeks already full of his meal, he almost choked at your sudden appearance. "What?" he asked once he finished his bite.

"Tonight, I want to explore more of this place."

Jeongin scoffed. "It's already a maze and you want to get lost even more? Count me out."

You rolled your eyes. "I wasn't suggesting it to you, anyway."

"Right, you're asking the scaredy cat instead." Seungmin sneered, earning a nudge from Jisung.

The latter cleared his throat before responding to you. "Maybe not tonight?"

"Please, Jisung! I like the rooftop but we see so many things from up there that we haven't even had the chance to discover yet."

"Because we will eventually during our training when accompanied by our trainers. That us much safer."

You pouted. "That's more boring, though. We'll have to follow their lead and we won't be free to see for ourselves."

Seungmin shook his head. "As if you follow their rules, anyway. Have you seen Hyunjin's death stare this morning? I thought he was about to boot you off to the factionless."

You deadpanned at him. "Thank me, you would've gotten shot with an arrow if it wasn't for me."

Looking at your wound on your shoulder, Jisung frowned. "That is another reason why you shouldn't explore tonight, this hasn't had the time to heal."

You shrugged. "I feel fine, and I saved Seungmin. Today is a good day."

"Good?" Jeongin scoffed out.

"Fine, you guys. Be lame but I'm going out tonight."

Stubborn should have been your middle name, there wasn't a better word to describe you. Jisung both adored and hated that about you. Every comment you made always put you through the most dangerous situations, especially with the trainers.

"You're gonna follow her, aren't you?" Jeongin said to Jisung as soon as you left the table.

"I'm tempted to but I shouldn't. She knows to defend herself so I can't say I need protect her. Plus, it would put me in trouble as well."

And so, just as you told your friends, you were off to go on your own, wandering the Dauntless grounds. It took everything in Jisung to not get up as well when he saw you leave.

You discreetly made your way up to the rooftop. As you already knew how to get there, you determined it would be a good start before going any further. Going there was easy : avoiding trainers and other people of the faction, making as little noise as you could, and getting to the rooftop without getting caught. You were used to it by now.

What you did not anticipate, however, was finding Hyunjin sitting exactly where you would be usually with Jisung, staring at the stars. Maybe your friends were right, you should have stayed at the dormitory tonight. You were starting to climb back down but Hyunjin's senses had definitely acknowledged your presence.

"Sneaking out again?" he said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at you.

You stopped on your tracks and gulped. You didn't know if you were supposed to answer or act as if you hadn't heard to go on with leaving. You didn't have to think about that too much, though. Hyunjin finally took a look at you before nodding his head to the spot next to him. You still did not budge, too stunned from what was happening.

"Am I speaking to a wall, or...?"

Finally, you hurried to sit next to him, at a reasonable distance of course. Satisfied, he exhaled loudly before looking back at the sky.

"You do know I should ban you and your friend for coming here at night, right?" he spoke, his voice softer than usual.

"Why haven't you?"

"You're the two best of the group, it would be a terrible mistake doing so."

You snorted in disbelief. "Jisung, yes, but I'm far from being even good. I'm almost at the bottom."

He stared at you again, making you want to shit in your pants because, damn, the man was terrifying when looking at you. "You might not be physically the best, but you have the attitude and the character to survive."

It might have been the first time he complimented your behaviour. Heck, this was the first time ever he informed you it was a good attribute. If anything, you thought he despised you for being this way.

"Sure, you are a lot to handle." he continued. "But it gives me a challenge every day."

"Thank you?"

You seriously had no idea on how to respond to his comments. Other than your usual banters during training, this was the longest the both of you had ever talked.

"Don't let this go to your head, it doesn't mean I will go softer on you."

"I never-"

"You haven't treated this yet?" he said, cutting you off.

Turning his whole body to your direction, he pulled your arm closer to analyze the wound on your shoulder. You caught on he was referring to your very much infected shoulder but it didn't even hurt you that much.

"It's not hurting, I'll be okay."

Without speaking any more, he took you by the arm – your good one – and dragged you behind him as he walked to the stairs that led back inside. You didn't question him although you were a bit concerned on where he was taking you.

After a bit, you arrived in front of a door and Hyunjin took a key out of his pocket. Unlocking it, he turned the doorknob and revealed a room as big as the dormitory. One wall was solely windows and in the middle was a door leading to a balcony. A bed was messily standing in the corner while another corner was arranged to be some sort of bathroom.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

You were about to protest but he was quick to leave you on your own. So you did as told and sat on his bed, patiently waiting for him. In the meantime, you didn't miss out on observing how his room was. Rather than clumsy, it was nicely put together. He had a rack for his clothes that he had sorted by colors and styles next to couch that was very well-maintained considering the environment you were in. A few paintings were stored by the wall, almost as if he hadn't had the time to find a place for them.

"You really should have treated it right away, it goes real deep." Hyunjin almost nagged at you while sitting next to you.

"Well, the guy who did this must hate me a lot." you joked.

"I could've made it worse."

Without a warning, he pressed a cloth dripping with alcohol against your shoulder causing you to screech a little, squirming at the pain.

"Stop moving."

"Switch places with me and I'll tell you to stay still." you spat at him.

He rolled his eyes but continued to clean out your injury nonetheless. He finally removed the cloth and went on with wrapping your shoulder with gauze.

"Pretty." you let yourself slip out in a whisper.

Frowning at you, Hyunjin huffed. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." you hurried to reply, blushing in the process.

He didn't push it further and finished wrapping you up quickly. He told you to wait while he put his things back to his so-called bathroom and was quick to sit back with you.

"If you want to see the rest of the Dauntless grounds, I can take you."

Your eyes immediately got brighter. "Really?"

He chuckled, though not so much in a funny way. "I'm joking, you're not going unless we have training planned to be done outside. Today's my first and only warning about this."

You groaned. "You're such a fun killer." You stood up and walked to his door. "Fine, I won't do it again. But can I-"

"Rooftop is fine, yeah. Now leave."

Just as he had told you, Hyunjin planned a training game outdoors only a few weeks after your interaction. You didn't dare to tell your friends about it, scared Hyunjin would make your life a nightmare for it. Although he had shown himself to be more humane than you originally thought, he hadn't dropped his cold behaviour just yet. You were determined to find what he was hiding behind it. If you managed to see a glimpse of it, you were convinced you could see it all.

"Are we even on the same team?" Jeongin asked while you were all getting your weapons ready on the moving train.

"We don't know that." Seungmin answered. "I think they're made on the spot."

"It only adds to the fun, if you want my opinion." you cheered but Jisung was definitely not thinking the same.

"Y/N, are you kidding? It stresses me out. What if I'm all alone and you guys are together? Are you going to shoot me?"

You laughed at him. "You'll be fine, and yes, I will definitely shoot you."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

Jisung smiled awkwardly at that, and it didn't go unnoticed by his two other friends. You two were not strangers to jokes of that sort but Jisung almost wished you wouldn't say it for sarcastic purposes. He liked you, you were his safe home ever since he changed factions.

"Okay, people!" Changbin said, too loud to your liking. "Hyunnie and I are going to be team captains."

"Don't call me that." Hyunjin said in disgust but the older guy totally ignored him.

"The game is Capture-the-flag which should be known by all of you. Each team protects a flag and the first to steal the other's wins. Hyunjin, why don't you start with picking your teammates?"

The man in question shook his head. "You do the honours, Binnie."

"Alright." he said in a chuckle. "Squirrel guy, you're with me."

Jisung, confused, pointed at himself and looked at you for confirmation. After finally understanding he was first picked, he smiled widely and joined Changbin's side.

"Y/N." Hyunjin said with no hesitation, surprising everyone.

"Going with the weak ones?" Changbin joked.

"I like a challenge."

It reminded you of what he told you that night. A challenge, uh. Whether it was to mock you or tease you, you liked the sound of it but just a little bit.

Jeongin and Seungmin were picked to go on Changbin's team so Jisung had no uncertainties about being alone anymore. His main worry consisted of you being stuck with the detached trainer. He didn't like Hyunjin, not a single thing about him reassured him.

Just before the game started, he sent you a smile with a wink as support and comfort to which you blushed a little. Nonetheless, your teams spread apart through the woods and abandoned buildings. Having been assigned as a seeker for the other team's flag, you lost no time in moving away from your teammates. You kept yourself on the low, bending down as you walked around carefully, making sure you weren't making too much noise.

"That's your first instinct? Walking towards the opposite team without even knowing where they are hiding their flag?" you heard someone scoff at you.

You couldn't even see properly as it was nighttime, you could even less determine where the sound was coming from. Your heartrate began to rise as the stress of not knowing who was speaking to you took over you. Discreetly, you crouched down even more and attempted to hide behind a torn down wall. Even then, it wasn't as subtle as you had hoped it to be. In a matter of seconds, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you close to them. With no hesitation, you stepped hard on their foot and punch them on the pelvic area.

"Fuck, Y/N!" you heard the man groan. And somehow, you only then came to the realization this was Hyunjin.

"I'm so so-"

"Whatever." he shut you up in a raspy voice. "If anything, this shows me you have been practicing combat fight."

You acquiesced even though he probably couldn't see you. "Need help?"

He finally straightened his posture, trying not to show too much his pain. "No, you've done enough. Now, why were you going straight to them instead of trying to find the flag?"

You frowned in confusion. "Can't I find it when I get there?"

"They could've hid it anywhere. Come with me." he ordered you around as he began to walk away.

You didn't move a single muscle and stood still. There was no way you were going to be treated this way by him.

"Y/N!" he called for you.

And it was what it took for you to give in and follow him. He was heading the opposite way to where you were originally walking to. For a moment, you started to doubt yourself for trusting his instinct this easily. That was until you spotted a tower that stood high in sky.

"What are we doing here?" you finally spoke after walking in silence.

"Higher grounds are what you need to look out for if you were to search for something or analyze a place before taking any action. You can see everything from up there." he explained while tossing branches away that were blocking the access to the ladder. "We'll go up until we are high enough to see what's happening on their side."

He immediately hopped on the ladder, climbing it with no difficulty whatsoever. You watched him, baffled and nervous. Heights were not a fear of yours, but climbing what seemed to being an unstable ladder in the middle of the night was nothing close to reassuring. You stuck with watching Hyunjin go higher, looking around from time to time in case someone was to suddenly appear.

"Y/N!" he yelled from where he was the moment he understood you weren't behind him. "What are you doing?"

"Someone's got to stay on the lookout, no?" you answered, embarrassed.

With a heavy sigh, he began to climb down. Luckily, he hadn't gone too far so it took only a minute to come back on the ground. Once he was facing you, Hyunjin crossed his arms in front of his torso as he stared down at you. You were reminded, once again, of his tall figure as you were feeling so small.

"I thought you weren't afraid of heights."

"I'm not." you confirmed.

"Why weren't you climbing, then?"

You gulped and started to search for your words. Never were you this nervous in front of him. Was it because of the ladder or because of the proximity between the two of you? Either way, you weren't capable of letting a single sound out of your mouth.

He sighed again but loosened his posture. "Go before me, I'll be behind you in case anything happens."

You blinked slowly, not fully understanding what he said. Still, you walked to the ladder and started to make your way up. The bars weren't as fragile as you expected them to be, which was a good sign. As you were getting higher, you grew more confident. Perhaps, maybe a little too much.

In a swift and rapid motion, your foot had to slip. Thus, one of your hands let go of the bar and you were barely hanging there. Hyunjin was quick to join you and grab you by the waist, bringing you close enough to the bar so you could get a good grip on it again. Even if you were already secure again, he didn't let go of you just yet.

"Thanks." you murmured.

He cleared his throat as he let go of your body. "Be more careful, this could have cost your life."

Ignoring the feeling in the pit of your stomach, you continued to go up until you reached a platform. Slightly out of breath, you sat down to the side to leave a place for Hyunjin to sit as well. He copied your motion and began to detach his equipment from his suit. You looked at him curiously until he pulled out an electronic telescope, holding it out to you.

"What?" you asked obliviously.

He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Really?"

Catching on what he was expecting from you, you took it and placed it on your eyes. You could easily zoom in and out and analyze the field. Not so far from your own spot, the building across had one room on a high floor that was filled with people chatting. You recognized, with no doubt, Seungmin's face as he was in charge with a couple of other people of protecting the flag.

"Got it. Can we go, now?" you asked, giving him back the telescope.

Hyunjin, however, was not focused one bit on what you were saying. His eyes were looking up the sky, taking a moment to observe each individual star that were on display. He was full of amazement, eyes glistening from the little amount of light the moon provided. You already thought he was pretty, but he was more than that at that point. He was ethereal, breathtaking.

"And to think there is a whole world to discover while we're here..." he spoke lowly, mostly to himself.

"What do you mean?"

His eyes tore away from the stars and went to you while he let a breath out. "Do you really not know what I mean?" Clueless, you shook your head which made him chuckle, but in a sad manner. "Y/N, do you know how the factions were formed?"

You nodded confidently. "It was created to prevent another war from breaking out, to keep everybody where they belong."

He chuckled again with a hint of discouragement this time. "I doubt you believe what they told you in those classes."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"This city, the factions, the rules... It's all keeping us out from what is happening outside."

You huffed. "But beyond the walls is-"

"Whatever they want us to believe."

A siren interrupted your talk, informing all the players that the game was nearing its end, meaning there wasn't much time left for you to steal the flag.

Hyunjin stood up on his feet and pulled out a wire with pulleys, not forgetting to attach them securely to the structure. Without saying a thing, he brought your body close to his as he firmly held onto you.

"Ready?"

"For what?"

He shrugged. "I guess you are."

Next thing you know, you were hanging in the air by a thread while Hyunjin was jumping down on the side of the tower's structure. You allowed yourself to yelp ever slightly causing Hyunjin to complain about it.

"Just get a good hold of me and you'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say."

"We're almost there, stop squirming around."

When you finally reached the ground, Hyunjin detached himself from the wires and the two of you ran towards the building where the flag was kept. He went in first, shooting every single players of the opposite side with no guilt whatsoever. Although these darts were only simulating the pain of real bullets, you felt bad for the poor initiates getting taken down by Hyunjin.

Too distracted by the show in front of you, you received a hard push behind your head, falling on the floor automatically. You spun around to stop whoever was attacking you only for your heart to drop.

Jisung was on top of you, breathing heavily, his weapon ready to slash you.

This was a game, you had to remind yourself of that. But the sight of him ready to hurt you simply broke you. A tear slipped out of his eye against his will, falling directly onto your face.

"Y/N, I-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, and fell on you as he groaned in pain. Hyunjin stood behind with his gun pointed to Jisung. Quickly, he helped you get away from underneath your friend. As he was leading you upstairs, you looked back at Jisung with sadness. It took a harsh tug from Hyunjin for you to come back to your senses and walk up the stairs.

And there, you won the game.

Three weeks in itself isn't long. Three weeks without Jisung felt like an eternity. While fighting during the game, he had hit his head so hard that the pain of the dart was all it took to completely knock him out. And out was he... He had barely reacted to your voice when you were visiting him, which was every day. The more time passed, the more concerned you were getting. Seungmin and Jeongin stopped by from time to time but not nearly as much as you.

"He'll be alright." Jeongin tried to reassure you.

Your gaze was still on your friend's limp body while you shook your head no. "Weeks worth of coma caused by a simple hit on the head is very worrisome, Innie."

"You know Jisung, he's a fighter."

"Sure."

Giving up, the younger boy decided it was better to leave you alone. At the door, Hyunjin observed the scene from afar, mainly focusing on you. While your physical abilities were improving, he was afraid it wasn't the case for your mental state. As Jeongin gave him a simple nod while leaving the room, he decided to try to talk you out of staying there all night, again.

"There's a party tonight."

"So I've heard." you responded rather harshly.

"You should go."

"No."

Hyunjin sat right across from you. "He won't magically wake up if you sit there all night."

You decided to look at him, daggers in the eyes. "You should be glad I'm still talking to you, you're part as to why he's still like this."

"The darts stimulate pain, they don't affect the body in any way." he explained for what seemed to be the hundredth time to him.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"They were designed for that."

You hummed. "Maybe they want us to believe that." you replied, taking his words from that night at the tower.

You saw his jaw clench before he stood up. "I'm sorry he's not awake yet but I sure hope you learn how to stop being a coward."

Slamming the door behind him, Hyunjin was fuming. Not because you spoke to him in a rude manner, more because he felt like you had shut yourself down completely from him. Just as he was starting to understand you, your way of being.

"You think he'll cut you off for that?"

Jisung's voice took you back in immediately and you sighed in relief when you noticed his eyes slowly opening. You didn't hesitate to throw yourself into his arms, even if it was hurting him a bit. After breaking apart, you didn't forget to punch his arm to which he fake-cried.

"You asshole! You scared the shit out of me!"

Still wincing, he rubbed the spot where you had just hit him. "I didn't know you loved me this much, should I be honoured?" This earned another push from you and he understood this was his sign to stop messing around.

"I missed you." you pouted.

"I know." he chuckled. "How long was I out?"

"Three weeks."

His eyes widened, even bigger than usual. "Almost a whole month?" he whispered to himself and then looked at you with fear. "Am I... you know... at the bottom?" he dared to ask.

But your smile was enough for him to feel relieved. "I made sure Hyunjin kept you up since it was partially his fault."

"The darts don't even-"

"Nuh, uh." you shushed him. "Thank me instead."

"Thank you my beloved Y/N."

"My pleasure." you said with a proud smile.

A comfortable silence set in. However, Jisung still had one thing that bugged him. And in all honesty, it still bugged you as well. It was as if none of you dared to bring it up first. So, Jisung gathered all of his courage and broke the ice.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

You smiled weakly. "I know."

"But..." he encouraged you to go on.

"But it terrified me." you admitted.

He took both of your hands, holding them together with his. "I swear I didn't even recognize you from behind. And I'm sorry I stayed on you too long, I was in shock with myself. I... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I actually hurt you."

You brought him in an embrace, holding him close. "I know you didn't mean it. We're good, don't worry."

He exhaled in relief before hugging you back. You were the only one he fully trusted, he would never allow himself to do something like this ever again, he would make sure of it.

"I heard Hyunjin talk about some sort of party?"

You nodded. "To congratulate us for making it to the next phase."

"Already? Wow... But I missed out on some stuff."

"You were at the top three, they know you're well-qualified."

After making sure Jisung was stable enough to participate at the said-party, it took you no more than a couple of minutes to get ready and join the crowd in the basement. Music was playing loudly but it didn't stop the other initiates to take notice of a very much awake Jisung. You let him go with his other friends to catch up and went by yourself to get a drink. Now you were in the mood to celebrate.

Chan was present to see how things were progressing apparently, but you believed it was because this was an opportunity for him to let it loose for once. From what you've heard, this man never took a break. He was being pretty relax in the company of Changbin and Seungmin. If your friend was going to befriend the leader of the faction, you surely were happy to be on his good side.

"Want me to introduce him to you?"

You jumped up when you noticed Hyunjin next to you. For a second, you forgot to breathe. Both because he scared you and because of how goddam good he looked. This evening was full of people dressed in rather classier attires so it made sense he was going to choose an outfit accordingly. Still, it didn't prevent you from being speechless of the sight of him. His dark locks weren't tied anymore and they fell perfectly on the sides of his face. He still had his combat boots but they were completing the look of his black jeans and his loose buttoned shirt. It might have been the first time you saw him wearing any kind of jewellery.

"So?"

You shook yourself off your thoughts and shook your head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Chan is a young good-looking guy, I can understand why he'd catch your attention."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Are you saying I am interested in him?"

"Why wouldn't you be?"

Taking a sip of the alcoholic drink he had, you couldn't stop yourself from checking him out once more. His Adam's apple bopped up as he swallowed, showing off all of his veins. Was he doing this purposely?

"He's the leader."

He let out a laugh. "It doesn't mean he's off limit."

"Sir, I'm 21 years old and he's, what, 30?"

"26, actually."

"Almost had it."

You exchanged a laughter, weirdly enough. Although your previous altercation was, well, unpleasant, you felt rather at ease with him. Their was this silent agreement to not bring it up or start one of your regular quarrels.

"I was looking at him because I was wondering why Seungmin was with them."

"Ah." Hyunjin simply said, drinking more of the alcohol afterwards. "And why do you think they're all together?"

"No clue."

He laughed again. "Does it matter why?"

"I'm just curious."

"I've noticed."

You gasped in surprise, although sarcastic. "Our trainer Hyunjin noticing me? I must be dreaming!"

"Hwang Hyunjin." he revealed. "That's my full name if that helps your very convincing statement."

"Hwang." you repeated. "Are you, by any chance, related to a Yeji? She's a Candor and her last name is Hwang."

He gave you a smirk and drank again. You were growing annoyed at his constant sipping, especially since he was now using it to stall.

"My cousin." he informed.

"What a small world."

He scoffed. "I told you, there is one much bigger to discover."

"And here you go again with your nonsense."

"Me? Y/N, the only one between us who is full of nonsense is you."

You glared at him, taking it very personally. "Pardon me?"

He put his glass on the counter for a refill, as well as yours. You didn't notice you had finished it. "You're hard to read, it's frustrating."

"Okay, creep."

While you found yourself to be hilarious, he was definitely not of the same opinion. He drank again and set his glass aside to come closer to you, as if he wasn't close enough already. "I can see through everyone, but you, you confuse me."

You felt your breath hitch. "You aren't easy to decipher either."

"I know, but I do it purposely. You don't."

Looking over his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Jisung making his way through to crowd towards you. You weren't necessarily happy he was coming to your rescue but you were glad at the same time. Knowing him, however, you felt like something bad was about to happen.

"Hyunjin." he said, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "Can I steal Y/N from you for a second?"

Hyunjin glanced at Jisung's hand with what resembled anger but he said nothing, leaving with his drink to go elsewhere. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and chugged down your own beverage before asking for another refill.

"Woah, there." Jisung said as he pushed your drink away from your mouth.

You pouted. "One more."

"I think you need to sit down."

Leading you to a corner that was quieter, he sat down with you on a couch without forgetting to bring you a bottle of water. Growing worried, he patted your bag while you drank the liquid.

"What happened back there?"

You shrugged. "I don't know." You looked around for a moment and spotted the tattoo section. "Oh, should I get one?"

"Okay, the night is over for you."

He helped you up while you argued you were fine. You were right in some way, you weren't totally drunk. Because of your talk with Hyunjin, however, the confusion got the best of you which only worsened your state.

Walking among the sea of people, Jisung was still holding onto you firmly to not lose you. You were almost at the exit. Only, there had to be someone to stop the two of you. Standing next to the hallway that led to the dormitory, Hyunjin looked at you curiously.

"Is she okay?" he asked your friend.

"She would have been better if it wasn't for you."

Baffled by Jisung's claims, he scoffed. "I didn't do anything."

"You refilled her drink, did you drug her?"

Hyunjin stepped closer to Jisung, towering him. "You really think I would do something like this?"

You put your hand in front of the two men, pushing them away from one another. "Guys, no one drugged anybody."

"I would've cut you out of the group if it wasn't for her. Instead of accusing me of something I didn't do, focus on your attitude or I will definitely boot you out."

"Hyunjin." you tried to catch his attention but nothing.

"I will respect you the day you stop harassing my friend."

"Harassing?"

You knew by then there was nothing you could do that would calm either of them. As they continued to bicker, you stepped away in fear it would get physical eventually. And as predicted, Jisung was the first to throw the punch. He received the same before he took Hyunjin by the collar, pushing him up against the wall. Soon later, the attention of the whole group was on them, including Chan's.

You were more than relieved when he rushed to take Jisung away from the trainer, who had then been tackled on the floor. Both of their clothes were stained with blood as their wounds were fresh. While Jisung was taken away by Chan and Changbin to wherever, Hyunjin sat up, wincing at the pain.

While you were dying to be by Jisung's side to check on him, especially since he had just woken up from a coma, getting dragged away by the faction's leader meant he was off-limit for now. So, you rushed to Hyunjin's side and helped him up before you took him away from everyone. You tried to remember where his room was but it went blank in your mind.

"Uh, where is your room?" you asked shyly, a bit uncomfortable to be asking him anything while he was this injured.

"Fourth level, end of the hallway."

You decided that the elevator was more appropriate than the stairs. Once you reached his level, he took out his key for you to open his room. You got him to lay in his bed and then went to look for his first-aid kit.

"First cabinet, last shelf." he indicated in a weak voice as he noticed you were struggling to find it.

"Got it."

You made yourself comfortable next to him, close to his face as it was where it had the most damage. The once-perfect skin he has was painted with blood and cuts all over. While you understood why Jisung did so, you still couldn't believe he who caused this. Ignoring the thought, you focused on applying alcohol directly onto the wounds and he winced and grunted in pain. You whispered an apology, feeling truly bad for making him suffer even more. You were quick to move on and start wrapping him up with bandages, not forgetting to clean the spots where some blood had dried up.

You felt his eyes on you but acted as if you didn't see that. But at some point, it became too intense to ignore.

"What?" you said, still cleaning his forehead.

"I'll tell them to keep Jisung."

You finally stared back at him. "He attacked you."

"And I did push too far with you earlier, I have to admit."

"You don't have to defend him."

You were following the blood stain to remove it but soon realized it wasn't just on his forehead or his jaw. One was coming form his cheek all the way down past his neck. As he seemed to understand that as well, he began to unbutton his shirt.

"No." you said right away, grabbing his hand to stop him.

"I can do it myself if you don't want to..."

Even his voice had some discomfort in it. Nonetheless, you encouraged him to go on and, hesitantly, he slowly unbuttoned all the way down and removed his shirt entirely. You had an idea that he was toned because of how physical he had to be on a daily basis. Despite knowing that, you were left breathless by the view. Toned, yes, but his muscles were standing out so much even if his figure was quite slender. What you hadn't imagined he would have were the dozens of scars all over his torso.

Without thinking, your hand moved to go over each one of them, touching them so slightly that he could barely feel it. "Wow."

Hyunjin's face get redder and redder, not because he was bleeding out. "The... uh... You can- I-"

You blinked a couple of times before your concentration was back on getting rid of the stains on his skin. You did it rather fast, mostly because you were embarrassed by your own actions. Who would touch their superior like this?

He thanked you before taking a random shirt that was laying on his bed and put it on. While you were packing the kit up to put it back in its place, he closed his eyes while breathing in and out. While he still felt horrible, your presence made it ten times better. Even if you were only standing a few feet away, doing nothing.

"Can I ask a question?" you said as soon as you came back.

"You asked one now."

You huffed, stunned he was being annoying despite his physical status. "Right... Uh, I don't want to seem noisy but..."

"The scars?" he finished for you, opening his eyes.

"Yes."

He thought for a moment, probably debating whether he should tell you or not. After a couple of seconds, he finally spoke up. "Being a Dauntless born has its downsides, let's say."

This wasn't good enough of an answer for you. Sure, you now learned his birth faction but this didn't tell you how he got these marks. A bit frustrated with that, you jumped on the other side of his bed, legs crossed.

"Can I see them again?"

He stared at you, bewildered. "Wh-what?"

"Can I?"

He would've said no, and he knew that's what he should've said. But something bigger than him was telling him to trust you. It was a part of his life that was so personal and sensitive to bring up for him. But he took off his shirt again as you did the same as earlier, inspect one scar after the other. You are pretty, he noted. The crease created between your brows was adorable, you were too focused to take notice you were doing that.

"Was it your parents?"

"Something like that."

Your eyes moved up to meet his. "Your trainers?"

His simple heavy breath told plenty to you. Determining you weren't going to push it more, you simply nodded and continued to look at his imperfections. As much as they were many, they added so much beauty to him, more than he had to begin with.

"I think I should go now." you whispered.

"Yeah."

And alone he was again, only seconds after being this intimate with you.

Jeongin couldn't help but pace the floor as he was waiting for his turn to do the first psychological test. Although these were only practices, the idea of having to face his fears distressed him. Having enough of it, you stood up to grab him by the shoulders to stop him.

"Innie, breathe."

The youngest shook his head vigorously. "You saw how Jisung was when he came out of there."

"Jisung is naturally a scaredy cat. This is made especially for dealing appropriately with fears and yours aren't so bad. You'll do great."

Almost on cue, Seungmin came out of the room with his face deprived from all its colour. Lifelessly, he sat next to you before leaning on you.

"Sure, I'll do great." Jeongin huffed out, gesturing to Seungmin as if he had proven his point.

It didn't take long for his name to get called and, a minute later, yours. When you stepped inside, the seat placed in the middle reminded you of the setup for your aptitude test. For once since a few weeks, the image of your brother popped in your mind, very vividly. How was Felix doing? Was it as hard to adapt as it had been for you? Was he well-surrounded? Did he find Minho? He must have. You would question things if he hadn't.

"Mrs. Lee." Hyunjin said as he motioned for you to take a seat.

"Using last names all of the sudden, Hwang?"

He gave you a stern look. "Please, sit while I prepare everything."

Unwilling to listen to him, you still did as told. The sooner you were going to be over with all this, the better.

"My last one was Han and he didn't react very well. I assure you, this is normal as it is your first time. Now, I can see everything you will see through this monitor here. If I notice any sign of panic, I will unplug you right away. Questions?"

You stared at him blankly, unbothered by his instructions and warnings. "Nope, all good."

He let out an elongated sigh. "Y/N, can you be a bit more cooperative?"

"Just give me the shot."

Despite his discontent with your attitude, he gave you the shot which transported your mind to a whole new environment. The first of your fears was the void. Evidently, you were in nowhere in particular. Just floating. All of the sudden, you started to perceive a light from afar. As this must be your next fear to face, you tried to reach it.

Until you realized you were not able to move forward. Or move at any direction for that matter. You felt your heart beat faster as panic slowly crept on you. Of course you knew this was the purpose of this test but you couldn't help it. That was until your mind began to reason itself in its own. This isn't real, you told yourself. With that in mind, you calmed down a little and observed your surrounding. Surely, there was a solution to your issue. Instead of imagining yourself in the void, you changed it into water. Now you could swim.

Congratulating yourself mentally, you swam towards the light, getting closer by the second. Reaching it, you could make out that it wasn't just light, it was an exit. Going up to the surface, you were surprised to arrive at what seemed to be a field of flowers. Confused, you assumed something else would come along. That is only if you could get out of the hole. The exit had shrunk significantly, making it nearly impossible to get away. Your second fear: getting stuck without being able to set yourself free. Once again, the panic attack came back. Only this time, you could feel it was worse than earlier. Trying every position possible, you still couldn't move by an inch. Growing discouraged, your breaths were more uneven, heavier...

Until you reminded yourself that none of this was real. And so, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and pushed yourself up. Just like that, you out, safe and sound. It didn't last long as an army of bees came flying right towards you. Logically, you began to run from it. The field of flowers had no place where you could hide of capture them. How the hell were you going to get away now? Right, this is all in your mind. Stopping on your tracks, you closed your eyes and imagined butterflies instead of bees. It was only a few seconds later that the buzzing stopped. Slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted by field full of butterflies flying around.

Having being unplugged, you were pulled back to reality in an instant as you gasped for air. Hyunjin was still looking at the monitor, deep in thoughts.

"What the hell?"

"Shhh." he told you off.

You crossed your arms, rather unhappy that he interrupted your test for whatever stupid reason he had. He was playing back your test over and over again, you began to think he was simply obsessed with how smart you were.

"You're different."

"I'd say I'm logical, but sure."

Hyunjin grunted out of frustration. "Stop that. None of the things you did were Dauntless-like behaviours."

You frowned. "And that means..?"

"You're divergent, aren't you?"

Your body froze. There was no way he would know. How could he? Only from a test like this?

"I don't know what that is."

He huffed a chuckle. "Don't lie to me."

"I swear I have no clue what divergent means."

He scrutinized your face in search of any sign you weren't telling the truth. However, you were good at this game and you were not going to let him win.

"Alright. What were your results?" he ended up asking.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The aptitude test, what did you get?"

"Erudite." you answered in a second.

"No, what were they really?"

"Erudite."

He bit his bottom lip, getting visibly impatient with you. "You're lying."

"For fuck's sake! It's Erudite, I'm telling you."

His gaze stayed on you for a bit, too long to your liking. In the end, he dismissed you without questioning any more. You were glad he did but at the same time, you were getting worried as if he was about to tell on you to Chan. He had the power to do that, after all.

"Told you, it's traumatizing." Jeongin said as soon as he spotted you.

You smiled and nodded in agreement, hiding any other expression. "Yeah, you were right."

Jisung laughed uncontrollably while you were almost to the point of crying. You didn't even remember what made you laugh so hard but his laugh itself was plenty to make you cackle nonstop. Ever since the incident at the party, you two had been getting along incredibly well. Chan decided to keep him in under the condition he behaved, and he did. Most importantly, his attitude was more positive than ever. He showed himself as confident and proud, and also very funny. A side of him you had yet not discovered. Until now.

"Y/N?" he said after you had gotten over your laughter.

"Jisung?"

"I like you."

You sneered. "I know."

"No, uh... I meant it as in, I think I have feelings for you."

You thanked the universe that it was night so he could barely see your reaction. A blushing mess you were. You certainly didn't expect a normal night out on the rooftop to turn into a confession, even less from Han Jisung. Did you like him too? Maybe?

"Ji, I-"

"Guys." a voice you, now, recognized so easily interrupted you.

Jisung would've punched Hyunjin right there and there for ruining the moment but he had rules to follow. As the older man nodded his head to the staircase, he understood this was his cue to leave. Only him.

"We'll talk about it later?" he told you before going.

Only you and Hyunjin now. The subject of what happened after the party still had no been brought up, even less the discussion that happened during your test. It was killing you inside that both these topics had not been cleared out, especially the last one considering its gravity.

He was the first to speak, asking you to come to his room. You didn't protest and you headed to the said-place in complete silence. It was better like this, you couldn't see yourself do some small talk while fully knowing there was an elephant in the room that wasn't being addressed.

After he closed the door, he walked right up to his balcony, implying that you had to do the same. Leaning on the metal bars, he finally took a look at you. You straightened your back, starting to feel intimidated.

"You lied, didn't you?"

There was something about his room that made things seem simpler than what they were. Unconsciously, you acquiesced without a doubt but quickly panicked.

"I lied that it was Erudite." you tried to justify, thinking you could save yourself by stating another faction. "It was actually-"

"Divergent." he finished for you. "You are all of the factions, not just one."

"Hyunjin, please don't tell Chan."

He cocked his head to the side. "Why would I tell him? What would it change, anyway?"

"I was told that it can... that I'm not wanted." you kept it simple.

He turned around to observe the view, completely ignoring your answer. Unsure of what to do next, you walked up next to him, mimicking his actions. It stayed like this for a while, until he spoke again.

"That's why I couldn't read you. You are brutally honest but so gentle at the same time. You think of others before yourself. You think of stuff so clever that the test doesn't even work on you, and you dare to do whatever you decide to do even if you don't know what will happen."

You weren't sure if you had to say something to that but him talking again answered that doubt real quick.

"You can't do your test like you did today in front of the faction leaders or they will know."

"Why?"

He chuckled. "You turned nothing into water, bees into butterflies. You slipped out of a hole that was supposed to be impossible to get out of. Y/N, these are not ways a Dauntless would think."

"Alright, sure. How am I supposed to confront my fears, then?"

He hesitated, not knowing if his plan was good or not. You weren't the first Divergent he helped but your personality and mind was stronger than what he had dealt with before. You were a tricky case.

"Meet me at the test room tomorrow morning. I'll show you an example."

"I'll be there."

"Good."

You both focused back on the view. That was settled at least but it didn't mean the awkwardness was totally gone. You thought of ways to bring up the weird tension you had, none seemed appropriate. Was it better if you simply straight up tell him you want to know more about his past? Or should you start with bringing up the way you felt when touching his skin? You weren't sure if you even wanted to bring it up anymore. Maybe you should leave now.

Seeing you turn on your heels to reach his front door, the only thing that Hyunjin could think of was how much he would regret not holding you back.

"Try again." Hyunjin instructed after seeing you now controlling the bees instead of doing what you were supposed to.

"If you told me what to do, we would have been done with it by now." you argued.

"You have to find it out by yourself, try again."

You groaned, getting sick of going through the same fear over and over again. Not only because you were actually getting scared but also because it was repetitive. In Hyunjin's opinion, you weren't thinking like a Dauntless just yet. Restarting for the nth time, you started out by waiting for the point pf light to get bigger instead of trying to go after it. Once you were able to reach it, you tried climbing out of it but got stuck. As you did on a previous attempt, you grabbed a stick nearby and dug the hole to make it larger, letting yourself free.

Now, the bees. This was the bit you couldn't figure out. You tried befriending them but they stung you anyway. You tried getting them sucked in the flowers. You even tried to eat them. At that point, you were desperate for Hyunjin's help but he still refused to give you any guidance.

"Y/N, think for a second. What do you when a bee lands on you?"

You assumed he was growing annoyed himself as he finally gave you some sort of hint. Obviously, the right way to respond in this situation was to stay calm. He couldn't believe you didn't figure it out.

"Onto the next fear." he sighed.

The setting morphed into an empty room where there was nothing. Well, almost nothing. In front of you, there were your brothers standing next to each other and they both had something in their grasp that horrified you. They were holding guns point at you. You haven't been aware any of your fears involved your family. Maybe the change of faction did have an effect on you.

"Who are they?" Hyunjin asked.

Even though you were shaking quite a lot, you answered nonetheless. "Minho and Felix. My brothers."

You had to have a reasoning according to your bravery, not any other aspect. With that in mind, you grabbed both guns and twisted them around to unarm your brother before aiming at their heads in your turn. You immediately shot them, not wanting to deal with the internal heartache you had.

Gasping for air, you were back in the test room with Hyunjin, tears streaming down your face.

"How are you holding up?"

There was all the care in the world in his simple question. You would have answered truthfully but what you were experiencing at the moment was overwhelming.

"Good, I'm all set for the final test. Wait for the light, dig a hole, stay calm and shoot. Easy-peasy. Thank you, Hwang."

Storming out of the room, there was one place you had in mind that could truly ease your thoughts and emotions.

Home.

Obviously, you didn't have a home in itself per say. Still, you really needed the reassurance of seeing them well and alive. Beyond the fact you were aware mixing with other factions was not allowed unless there was a legal necessity, you really didn't care.

You had never seen the Erudite area up so close, even less their main headquarters. You recalled Minho mentioning he was hoping to obtain a position there for work so this was your best chance to find him. Unsurprisingly, people around were staring at you weirdly as you definitely didn't fit in. You felt self-conscious for an instant but tried to shake the feeling off as you were arriving at the front desk. The woman glanced up at you before working on her computer again.

"Name, reason for visit?"

You smiled awkwardly as you were not sure what you were supposed to say. She waited for you to talk but since no words were coming out from your part, she was quick to dismiss you.

You would have left if you weren't so desperate. "No, ma'am. I'm actually meeting up with someone named Lee Minho."

"I see... Name?"

She started to type and you lowkey panicked. That was until your spotted Felix from afar, by some sort of miracle. Sighing in relief, you called him out and the moment he spotted you, he ran towards you.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?" he almost yelled, earning a stern glare from the receptionist. "This is my sister, she's with me."

The woman nodded reluctantly but let the two of you go. Felix brought you up to his office to not bring so much attention to you. You were happy to see he had settled just fine in his new home, from what it looked like.

"I'll call Minho over. He's been asking a lot about you." your twin chuckled before sending a message to your sibling. It took you aback that Minho was even aware you existed. Your childhood relationship was never good. "What are you doing here?"

You laughed sheepishly and cleared your throat. "It hasn't been the easiest adapting and..." you trailed off.

"Hey, it's okay." he tried to reassure you. "To be honest, it's been hell for me as well."

You sensed that something was off, a feeling you would usually never have towards him. Felix was a bright and ambitious person who always had no difficulty in fitting in.

"Did you come here because of mom and dad?"

He avoided your stare and fiddled with his rings, visibly distressed by your question. To his luck, a knock was heard from the door. Not bothering to wait for someone to open it for him, Minho walked in and his eyes fell upon you immediately.

"I thought Lix was joking." he laughed incredulously while coming up to hug you. "And I thought he lied about you going to Dauntless. Who would have thought?"

"I'm not so weak anymore." you rolled your eyes, breaking away from him.

Even if it felt weird to be the three of you together again, it was plenty to calm you down from the experience you've had. Minho had matured, physically but in personality too.

"What can we do for you?" he questioned after you were done with your little reunion.

"I'm just having some issues with adapting, that's all. And I missed you two."

The older man snorted. "Sure."

You deadpanned at him. "I'm serious. The initiation there has been killing me inside. We've started the psychological trials and things have been hard."

Felix now had his full attention on you. "I've heard about it. Some don't make it past this phase."

"Yeah, it's hardcore. I had a test this morning."

Minho caught onto what you were avoiding to say explicitly. "One of your fears is us?"

"Not you exactly. More the action you make."

Your twin exhaled loudly. "Wow, okay. Are you sure you want to go on with all this?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Come here with us."

You scoffed. "No thank you. You, yourself, don't want to be here."

Once again, Felix looked away shamefully and didn't dare to speak any more. To diffuse the atmosphere, Minho changed topics and informed you about how it was for him when he entered Erudite. Not that it wasn't interesting but your situation was too different from his. Not a single thing he mentioned was relevant to how it was going for you.

"But I have to say, Felix joining in was a huge relief."

"It wasn't my first choice." the younger man said, taking the opportunity to finally admit it. "My results were Abnegation."

The two of you exchanged looks with sympathy. "It's okay." you smiled.

Minho huffed. "You lied, wow. I'm both impressed and confused."

"Come on, Min. Mom and dad would have never approved of this."

"I know that but after you change factions, they have no say in what you do with your life. I'm certain they weren't thrilled when you chose Dauntless."

He did make a good point. But for Felix, it was too late. The main thing about Abnegation is selflessness, and it was that very characteristic that cost him to not pursue his real calling. You felt a lot for him, even more so because yourself weren't sure if you made the right choice.

"You can't stay for much longer, people will question things." Minho reminded you. "If someone asked, you were called for a new technology testing and that it's confidential."

You agreed for them to walk you out just to be certain you were safe until that point. What you didn't expect was to see Jisung standing right in front of the building, anxiously looking around. After parting ways with your brothers, you ran up to him.

"Jisung?"

The moment he spotted you, you could see the relief he felt. "Don't scare me like that! Hyunjin told me you ran away and sent me to find you."

You questioned yourself as to why the trainer didn't come himself if he was the one concerned. Besides that, you were touched Jisung had taken upon himself to search for you.

"I needed to figure some stuff out with my brothers."

You walked back to the training building just it was time for dinner. However, you weren't so hungry. You insisted for Jisung go eat without you even if he tried to convince you to tag along, having other plans in mind. The weather was perfect to enjoy the fresh air, meaning the rooftop was a good place to relax.

You don't know how long you stayed there, there were too many thoughts in your heads that even the quiet sound of the wind was bothering you. Before you knew it, it was nighttime. Somehow, you weren't tired nor did you felt like you had to go back inside.

The noises were become more bothersome when you heard someone coming up. Now used to it, you replaced yourself more comfortably to leave the place next to you free. Hyunjin's tall figure came into your view and he made his way to sit with you.

"You didn't eat."

"Not hungry." you responded nonchalantly.

"Jisung told me you went to visit your brothers. How did it go?"

You looked at him suspiciously. "Aren't you going to nag at me for breaking rules again?"

"Sweetheart, I gave up doing that a while ago."

Your heart tightened from his words. Still, you pretended it wasn't. "It went well. It definitely helped with... Well, you know."

Silence set in once again. None of you spoke as you were too preoccupied your own thoughts. Hyunjin was having a crisis on whether he should confide in you or not. His own experience was something he believed to be horrifying. If you knew about it, maybe you'd be reassured. Settling on that, he still had no idea on how he'd bring up the subject. He still tried.

"My biggest fear is loneliness. I know it can be surprising considering that I am most of the time alone. Chan and Changbin are like brothers to me, you can't find better people." He paused for a second, thinking about how he was going to continue his mini-monologue. "I don't have siblings, nor do I have parents. They died when I was a baby still. This guy took custody of me and he was a trainer. I think he didn't know how to raise a child. I was the rebellious kind so I can't blame for getting mad at me so often but he marked me for life."

You understood he was referring to his scars, most likely punishments he had received in the past. Taking his forearm to stop him for telling you furthermore. Unbeknownst to him, small tears fell off his eyes. You rubbed his skin with your thumb as to say you were grateful that he trusted you to tell you something so personal. You both looked back at the sky, simply enjoying the company of the other. You couldn't comprehend how exactly you started feeling so safe with him. One thing for sure was that you had a mutual understanding of each other. Without saying it, you sensed his thoughts and he sensed yours. But there was one thought he had been having in mind for a while.

"What was your answer to Han?" he broke the silence.

"I haven't answered yet. I think I'll tell him that I need time."

"What is stopping you? You get along quite well." he commented but you didn't think this was a good reason to say yes.

"First of all, I don't think I see him like this. And second of all, well... I mean, there's you."

His gaze shifted from the scenery to you. You didn't see through him so well, he was a mix of so many emotions. His eyes were both hopeful and ashamed. Full of lust and full of pain. You couldn't pinpoint his exact reaction and it drove you crazy.

"I can't tell you that it's right." he finally replied. "But yes, there is me I suppose."

You had unconsciously stepped closer to him, so much that you could feel the warmth his body emitted. And again, the lighting from the moon hit his features so perfectly that you could see every single one of them. His eyes shined, his cheekbones as well, and his lips were so pink, it was almost like they were inviting you to be kissed. Gradually, your hands moved up to land on his upper arms. As for him, his own were positioning themselves to lay on the space between your jaw and your neck. You could see his face getting dangerously close to yours and it only intensified the electricity that was traveling all over your body. Just as your lips were about to touch, he stopped but didn't pull back.

"Are you sure?" he said lowly.

"Yes."

And your mouths clashed together. All of the tension that had built up until then exploded, so much it was nearly impossible to handle. But it was addicting. Soon, you realized staying outside probably wasn't a good idea. A bit in a rush, you headed back inside to go in his room.

Pushing you back inside, he careful led you both to his bed before carefully laying you down on your back. Moving down to kiss your neck, he left a trail of sloppy kisses on your jaw while his hands rubbed against your skin as they travelled down to grab onto your thighs. He squeezed them, hard enough to make you gasp but light enough to not hurt you.

"You've been driving me crazy." he said in-between kisses.

"You too."

He went on to grope your ass, causing to moan louder than you would've liked to. As for him, he grinned at the sound, visibly satisfied.

"Poor Jisung will never get to hear this."

You weren't totally there, your mind had too much to unpack there that you could answer. The kissing only continued, intensified. Panting heavily, you didn't know you could hold your breath for this long. Before you knew it, you were undressing each other while the moon still shined as brightly as ever.

You didn't understand the world you lived in. One thing was clear to you, Hyunjin was going to be by your side on your journey of discovering it all. There might not be in place for you in this city, but you had a place with him. You could settle for that.

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I'll die with you (part 4)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After Chad's death, you decided you had to do something. With Mindy and your mom's help, you come up with a plan to trapped Ghostface. Little do you know that the price to pay will be high... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: blood, death of character (I swear this time it's for the plot, don't kill me it hurts me too), angst a/n: I drew a little plan so you can see the location (even for I needed it at one point so...) hope you can read my handwriting lol (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

"We're safe now, right?" Lexi asked, breaking the silence

You didn't know how much you slept that night, but certainly not enough to talk about that right after waking up.

No one answered her question, only sharing a knowing look.

"With him we're never safe. Trust me, I know"

"But Damian's in jail!"

"Chances are there is more than one killer"

"Okay then, we just have to hide until the other one gets caught" Lexi shrugged her shoulders

"It's useless, he always finds us"

"... Maybe we could use it against him" everyone turned to look at you "We lure him, and we lock him up"

"It's risky, very risky" your mom warned

"It is, but it could work. We just need a bait..."

"And how do we decide who will be the bait? I don't want to be the bait" Lexi complained

"If we figure out Ghostface's next victim... we have our bait" Tara intervened

You all stayed silent a moment, trying to think of the next victim.

"... Do you really think he wanted to kill me that night? I mean- okay he stabbed be and everything, but if he really wanted to kill me, he just had to slit my throat, right? So why didn't he did that, to be 100% sure I would die?"

More silence. You took it as a sign to continue.

"What if... what if he had something against me - like Amber and Richie with Sam - and wanted to hurt me before killing me?"

"Why do you make it all about yourself? Chad doesn't have anything to do with you"

"We're friends since forever, he's very dear to me"

"Okay but what if you're wrong and it has nothing to do with you? And you surviving the attack was just pure luck? 'A painful death' isn't a term you usually use when you don't want to kill someone"

"Maybe he wants to make us believe that to muddy the waters. I don't know okay, I'm trying to figure out why this is happening"

"Yeah well, I your theory's wrong we could all die"

"At least I'm trying, me. You're not helpful at all, just being rude like that."

Tara placed a hand on your thigh to calm you down and kissed you.

"It's okay baby, she's not worth it, I know you're doing your best" she whispered against your lips

"To be honest, whatever we do, we have a chance to die" Gale started "I have an idea for the where. The how, however..."

She tried to explain what the inside of the building looked like, but none of you really understood so she drew a quick sketch of it. It was way easier to understand that way.

"Now as I said before, how we can trap him is another story"

"I think I know"

It was the first time Mindy spoke since you woke up. She looked determined to do everything in her power to avenger her brother.

"Give me a paper, I'll show you"

Your mom obeyed and gave the girl paper and a pencil. She started to draw, and a few minutes after, showed you her plan:

"Let me explain in details" she said, seeing your confused faces "So the doted lines are the retractable glass windows / walls. According to Gale we have to buttons here, and one here. Those two activate this wall, and this one activates the two others. Did I lost anyone?"

You all shook your heads. For now, it was pretty clear.

"Okay, good. Now this is the first floor, right? I think you said at the ground floor there was other glass walls? Okay we'll see that later, but that's where Sam, Lexi and I are gonna stay"

"Wait, I want to be with Tara too" Sam protested

"We can't have too many people at the same floor. Don't worry, Y/n will be there to protect her." Mindy turned back to her plan "So, Y/n and Tara are the bait, they're going to try to lure him at the first floor, so Gale will be able to trap him with the glass walls and separate him from the girls. The other wall is the safe escape."

She gave more details after that. It was a good plan, much better than anything you could've think of.

"Any questions? No? Great"

"Anyone wants a coffee before we put our life in danger?" Lexi sighed

You all nodded. A coffee wouldn't hurt after all.

"Okay, I'm gonna get them, I'll be right back"

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Now that you were there, you weren't so sure it was a good idea after all. What if it went wrong? What if Tara was hurt? You glanced over to your girlfriend. She seemed as nervous as you were.

"That's a bad idea, maybe we should-"

You were interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. You took it, hands shaking.

Probably: Damian Walker.

You looked at Tara and nodded, the signal for her to text the others to get ready. You picked up hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, Y/n... It's a shame I didn't get you last time, really. For you I mean. If I had killed you... you wouldn't have had to watch her die before your eyes."

"O-oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

He hung up, leaving you even more nervous. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared. As expected he was here. Watching you from the other end of the corridor.

You back up slightly, taking Tara's hand to tell her it was going to be okay. Ghostface didn't move, he was just watching you, analyzing the building.

"We're here! Come and get us if you can, asshole!" you provoked him to make him follow you

He tilted his head to the side before taking a knife out of a pocket in his costume. And then he threw it in your direction, cutting your arm. You hissed in pain, putting your other hand on the wound.

He took a step forward then another one, faster, and in less than a second he was rushing towards you.

You started running, Tara by your side. She opened the stairwell's door and started climbing up the stairs, making sure Ghostface was still following you.

You kicked opened the door to the second floor and ran to the glass wall behind which your mother was, ready to push the button.

"Where is he?" she asked, voice muffled by the wall

"What?"

Out of breath, you turned around to look behind you. He was not here. When did he stop following you?

"Shit shit shit..." you mumbled, panicked, blood running down your arm

All of a sudden, Tara screamed.

"Gale!"

You turned around at the same time as your mother and felt your heart drop immediately. He was here. On the wrong side of the wall.

Your first reflex was to rush to the button to open the glass window. You pressed it, but nothing happened. You tried again, panic rising. Still nothing.

On the other side, Gale tried to press the button as well. It was not working. Ghostface tilted his head to the side. You knew he was smiling under his mask.

Tara tried to press the button too, but it was useless. You ran to the stairwell's door. Going back down and to the other side of the floor was the only available option now.

You tried to push it, but it didn't move. Not even an inch. Someone blocked it from outside.

"No no no no no... come on please..."

You kicked the door, threw yourself at it, in vain. Tara was fighting with the button desperately as Gale was fighting Ghostface with almost as much despair.

You took your phone and called Sam, covering your screen with blood. You started talking as soon as she picked up, voice shaking.

"Sam he's with my mom! We're stuck on the other side! You have to help her or she's gonna- she's gonna-"

"Fuck." you could hear her run with the others "We're here in a second" loud noises, as if they were hitting something "Y/n t-the door is locked... we can't- we can't-"

"Try to open it!"

You ran back to the glass window and hit the button, but it still wasn't working. You couldn't do anything.

You couldn't do anything while your mom was fighting for her life on the other side of this stupid wall. From where you were, you could see the stairwell's door shaking. The others were trying hard to open it.

You watched in horror as Ghostface stabbed Gale in the leg, in the stomach, in the arm. She was fighting back as strongly as she could, but she was no match.

You were desperately trying to make the button work, even if you knew it wouldn't.

He threw her to the ground, but she kicked him off her and stood up with difficulty, going in your direction. She didn't see him behind her. She couldn't do anything when he grabbed her by the shoulders and sunk his knife in her chest.

She tried to fight his grip, but she weakened with every passing second.

You had abandoned the button and were now hitting the glass window in hope to break it, screaming her name, but only managed to stain it with your blood.

He looked at you in the eye, challenging you, before taking the knife out of your mom's chest and dragging it to her throat.

"No..." you backed away from the window, tears in your eyes "Please don't..."

He nodded slowly. Yes. I'm gonna do it. And you can't save her.

She knew. She knew she was going to die. You could see it in her eyes.

"I love you, I'm sorry" she mouthed to you

You watched, helpless, as he pressed the knife against the flesh of her throat, slicing it opened. Your heart shattered.

The scream that left your throat as you fell on your knees was heart wrenching.

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pinkacademiaprincess · 7 months

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Hii sweetyy I luv your blog sm it's really useful , can I ask for new school advice?

New School Survival Guide🎒📚🎀✏️

ty for the ask & the sweet compliment! i'm glad to be helpful 💓 starting at a new school always makes me so excited & nervous at the same time 🫣

starting a new school can be scary, and rightfully so - it's a big shift to your life & your routine. but i've always loved the new opportunities that come along with it! here are some ways to turn nervousness into excitement & make the most of it

create a fresh start

this advice is super common but for a good reason. starting at a new school is the perfect time to debut a "new" self. ofc you don't need to change your entire personality, style, etc. but sometimes after years of the same school, friends, & routine, you find yourself holding onto certain things for better or for worse.

so maybe you grew out of your sense of style and wanna try a new look - you can invest in a few pieces of clothes/ accessories and begin experimenting. maybe you have some toxic friends that you don't wanna keep in your life - time to slowly stop keeping in touch. maybe you've created a habit of not taking class seriously, never talking to teachers, & slacking off - now you can start doing the opposite.

the key here is that you're "creating" your fresh start. technically, you can make those changes anytime, but being in the same situation & surrounded by the same people can be paralyzing. now you're going into a new environment with new people who have no impression or preconceived notions of you. take this opportunity to decide the kind of person you want to be, implement those habits & traits, and show up to your new school as that person!

find a community

probably the scariest part of a new school is finding friends. if you're lucky you might have friends who are also going to be there with you. if not, starting from scratch is scary but doable. it's also really important - humans are social creatures & having people you can rely on & turn to is so necessary!

one way to make friends is by striking up conversations with classmates. this is very accessible since your classes will be full of people you can talk to and see every day.

another way is to find organizations you can join. find out if your school has clubs, volunteer groups, and other organizations for students. pick a few that really sound interesting to you, based on your hobbies or interests. this is a great way to meet people with a common interest, which is grounds for possibly making great friends!

also pick your electives based on things that interest you. if you're taking an art class, sport, or specific subject that you really enjoy, you can find others with the same interests and also potentially make friends similar to you!

be proactive about your studies

from the start, be really diligent about how your new school is structured. every school (and honestly every class & teacher) will be very different in terms of teaching style, speed, and approach to class concepts. figure out as soon as you can how things work so you can adjust appropriately & stay on top of classes. this is especially important if you're transitioning into high school, college, etc.

that's all my advice for starting at a new school! you can look at my old posts for some more school-related advice, which isn't necessarily just for starting at a new school, but can still apply. i wish you all the luck, and i can't wait for you to absolutely thrive at your new school! 🥰

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honeybeefae · 11 months

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Congratulations on 2k followers! We absolutely love you and what you write for us. We appreciate you and everything you do! For your ask spree, what if Lucien was appointed High Lord of Day Court but tradition states that to make it official he has to consummate the union with his Queen. And they’re mates or the reader is given to him and they’re both nervous and holding back but really want it. I don’t really know just drama and smut ensue 🔥

(I hope this is okay and it was so much fun to write and I wanted to write more but it was already nine pages long)

Royal Duties (Lucien Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: Arranged marriage, worries over abuse, SMUT, 18+, super sweet, loss of virginity?

All eyes were on you as you were presented before the new High Lord of the Day Court, Lucien Vanserra. He had just recently taken over after the death of his father and although he was able to pick up on things rather quickly, the fine print of his crown made him raise his eyebrows.

It was written that the next in line to be the High Lord must not only take a Lady but also consummate the marriage. This was to ensure that the line would not end and that the thrones never sat empty. Lucien could have his pick of any court member or even one of his subjects in the villages. It was all within his hands.

And he had picked you.

You did not know why and had spent the better half of last night and this morning trying to figure it out. He had chosen you out of a lineup of noblewomen in the court, not even sparing a glance at the others once his gaze fell on you.

As far as you knew, he didn’t even know your name. This complete stranger had turned your world upside down with a point of his finger and wave of his hand. You were still coming to terms with it as your ladies dressed you in the court’s colors, making sure not a hair was out of place as the veil was draped over your head.

“My Lady, you are a vision.” Yuri smiled as she fixed the train of your dress. “Our High Lord will be most pleased in your attire.”

“Most pleased indeed.” Savit agreed, finishing the final touches of kohl and powder. You gazed at your reflection and barely recognized the woman staring back at you. The one in the mirror was fierce and beautiful, a true Lady of the Day Court. But that wasn’t who you were.

“Is he…” You swallowed as your voice squeaked in nervousness. “Have you heard anything bad about him? Does he treat…people like us fairly?”

Savit caught onto your worries and ran a soothing hand down your arm. “He is a good man, my Lady. He will treat you well.”

The words gave you some comfort but it all disappeared when you heard a knock and saw the advisors waiting for you with pleasant smiles on their faces. You almost tripped over your own feet as you followed behind them, the grand doors to the ballroom waiting to open for you.

“Good luck my Lady.” They bowed slightly just as the doors opened, revealing a room full of your family, friends, and other people of the court. You stood there for a moment, too scared to move, until you looked up at the front of the room.

Lucien was standing there, a vision of his own as the white robe clung to his body like water. His hair was halfway tied up and his golden crown was atop his head, matching the color of his mechanical eye. He was staring at you, drinking you in just the same, and gave a small smile when your eyes finally connected with his.

Something in his aura told you it was going to be okay and so you took a deep breath, held your head high, and gracefully walked up the steps until you were facing him. Golden light filled the room as the priestess said her words, both of you tuning her out as he held your hands.

His thumb was stroking the back of your knuckles in comfort when she finally ended her prayer, looking at the two of you expectedly. Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion until Lucien gingerly dropped your hands and lifted the veil off your face to reveal yourself to him.

Your very breath was stolen from your lungs as he gave you a wider smile, turning to grab the crown on the pillow beside the priestess and placing it atop your head.

He pulled away and admired you as the entire room erupted in applause, your heartbeat drowning out everyone as Lucien bent down and gave you a simple kiss on your lips.

It made your mouth tingle as he pulled away and you had to resist the urge to touch your lips where he had just been. You could feel him watching you as you turned to the room and gave them a smile and a wave, both of your hands conjoined as you walked down the steps and back through the doors you came from.

After that you barely had time to converse with your new husband as you got introduced to everyone in court, all of them bowing and offering bountiful gifts of different sizes and shapes. A grand buffet was served almost immediately and you noticed it had some of your favorite foods along with Lucien’s.

You didn’t have much time to eat though because the music started up and the festivities went in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, and dining while you were being whisked all around the room so much that you thought you would get whiplash.

The entire night was like a dream and you found yourself actually enjoying his company. He was funny and sarcastic, whispering jokes into your ear about certain members of the court as they approached you. You were pleased to notice that he seemed to enjoy you as well, the two of you conversing easily over many different subjects.

Everything was going great until you heard an advisor stand up, his glass raised, and shout, “To the marriage bed!”

It was luck that you hadn’t eaten much because as soon as those words registered in your head, you felt your stomach drop with nerves. Your mother and sisters had given you a brief explanation of what would happen tonight, telling you it was not very pleasurable but to grin and bear it for the new High Lord.

They had warned you of pain and bleeding but had made clear that you should not cry. You felt your hands go clammy as Lucien grew distant immediately, dropping your hand and frowning. Did he not want this? Were you not desirable?

“Off you go, we must hurry!” One of your ladies whispered into your ear, taking your arm and gently leading you to a side room. You turned to look for Lucien, uncertainty in your eyes as he watched them lead you out.

“I thought he would be taking me here, Yuri.” You mumble as you are brought into a grand bedroom with a four-poster bed.

“He will meet you here later.” She assured you as she began to undo the ties of your gown. “We need to get you oiled and ready for him before then.”

“Does he not do all that?” Your voice was laced with confusion and concern as the dress fell off your body, leaving you in the lacy undergarments they had put you in earlier that day. Savit took the dress and laid it on a hook, shaking her head at your naivety.

“No, my Lady, he-” She began only to jump in fear when she heard the door open up. All three of you turned and were shocked to see Lucien standing there, his lean frame resting against the doorframe.

“Leave us, please.” He ordered. Both Yuri and Savit stood immediately, bowing their heads and gathering their things quickly. You were near trembling when the door shut behind them. It was the first time you had been alone with him.

“Do you, um, I just,” You were fumbling over your words as you wrapped your arms around your body. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“I won’t touch you if you do not want to be touched,” Lucien assured, walking towards you in two long strides. “I do not want to force you to do anything of that sort, though I realize the irony of that statement given our quick marriage.”

The corners of your lips turned up in a smile. “It’s not that. My mother told me what would happen tonight.”

“Do you not know yourself?” His voice had dropped an octave, realization dawning on him. “Have you not been with any man? Or woman?”

Embarrassment made your cheeks heat up as you shook your head once, fiddling with a stray string on your panties. “No. I haven’t. Does that displease you?”

“Displease me?” Lucien chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Displease me? What about you? Mother above, I picked you because you seemed smart and capable and beautiful, I just assumed you had lovers before…and for this to be your first time?”

He began to pace around the room as if he were battling with his inner morals. You felt guilty for making him upset or whatever emotion he was currently experiencing. You let out a breath and reached out for his arm, stopping him midstep. Lucien’s eyes instantly fell on your body, his skin turning warm from arousal at the sight of you.

“I will be fine, Lucien. I promise.” You gave his arm a tiny squeeze. “Shall we get on with it?”

You didn’t wait for him to confirm, too afraid you were going to lose your nerves, as you climbed atop the bed and laid on your back. According to your mother, this was the position that would hurt the least. Lucien watched you with amusement as you situated yourself between the pillows, noticing the slight shakiness of your hands.

It wasn’t until you began to pull down your underwear that he stopped you, following you up the bed and gently grabbing your wrists. “You look absolutely silly, Y/N.”

“I’m not trying to look silly.” You huffed in frustration. “My mother told me this is how it is done. I lay here, you do something down there and I just look up at the ceiling. Simple as that.”

“Cauldron save me…” Lucien mumbled under his breath. “I’m sure that some people do it that way but this is supposed to be pleasurable for the both of us.”

“That’s not what I was told.” You purse your lips, rising up on your elbows. “Are those men still coming to watch?”

His frown returned as he rolled his eyes, the mechanical one whirring. “Unfortunately but these curtains will be drawn so they will not see you or I. I want you to feel as comfortable as you can tonight.”

“Really?” You ask with a raise of your brow, smiling as he gave you a sincere nod. “Well, if you truly mean what you say, could you, um, show or maybe tell me what it’s supposed to be like? I was told there will be pain and if I am being truthful, I do not deal with pain that well.”

The air between the two of you seemed to shift as his gaze darkened. “I have no problem showing you what your body and mine can do, but I need your consent first. This should not be out of force of duty.”

“Consent to what, exactly?” You breathed as he hungrily drank in your body once more.

“To touch you, Y/N,” He replied huskily, raising a hand and skimming his knuckle down your arm. Goosebumps followed in his wake and you felt small tingles of excitement going down your spine. “To taste you, to make love to you…”

“Do I have your permission?”

“Yes.”

Your reply was instantaneous as was the kiss that followed. He tipped your chin so you were looking up at him, his body hovering over yours as his lips pressed against you. It felt like fireworks this time instead of tingles, the kiss was deeper and longer than before.

He tasted like sunlight and cinnamon, an intoxicating combination that made you crave more. When he tried to pull away you surprised yourself and him by throwing your arms around his neck, bringing him back to you.

“I didn’t know you would be so eager.” Lucien teased as he nipped at your bottom lip. Your thighs pressed together in need as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your ear. “However, I must say it is a good look on you.”

“Please, Lucien.” You panted, not even sure what you were truly asking for. It was like your body was on fire and his lips were the only thing that could put it out.

“What do you need, my lady?” He asked you, appearing in your field of vision once more. “What do you want me to show you?”

“Everything, just, please! Please touch me!” You whined.

One of his hands trailed down your neck, his fingertips ghosting over your skin until he brushed against one of your clothed nipples. It made you suck in a breath when he pulled on it, testing your reaction.

Lucien’s pupils were blown wide as he had you raise up and remove your bra. You threw it somewhere to the side, your body buzzing with excitement as he licked his lips at the sight of your bare breasts.

“You are gorgeous…” He hummed as he took both of them into his hands, squeezing the flesh while watching you bite your lip in need. Slowly, with his eyes focused on you, he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked. You couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat at his action, your eyes closing as he lavished you with attention.

“Feels so good.” You praised, fists clenching the sheets as he moved to the other one. The panties you were wearing were wet with your arousal, something that had only happened to you during your dreams, and the lacy material kept rubbing against you in a way that was making you wild.

You hadn’t even noticed you were grinding your hips until Lucien placed a firm hand on your stomach, holding you still.

“What are you doing down here, princess?” He asked you, his voice teasing. The nickname was unexpected but it made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“I…I don’t know.” You looked away, ashamed, while closing your legs tightly. “It just felt good.”

His hands came up and pried your thighs apart, admiring the way your cunt glistened in the candlelight of the room. Lucien’s chest rumbled with satisfaction as you allowed him to touch you, his jaw clenching at just how soaked you truly were.

“I’m gonna show you how good you can feel, Y/N.” He growled, peeling your panties off and stuffing them into his robe pocket for later. You tensed, watching him with uncertainty until the first swipe of his tongue had you melting into the bed.

“Oh, Lucien…” You sighed, the feeling foreign but good. He wrapped both of his arms under your thighs and held them apart so he could feast on you, his tongue darting in and out of your hole before coming back up to your clit.

When he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue you almost jumped in surprise. You heard a small chuckle from him as he repeated the action but this time, this time you moaned loudly.

“Right there, please.” You pleaded, your face flushed with desire and embarrassment. Logically you should be horrified that he would be anywhere near your sex. It was something you had thought was taboo, or at least had been told, but this pleasure he was giving you made it go out the window. You were on a euphoric high.

As he continued you felt something building up inside you. You started to squirm, wriggling your hips and even humping his face which he did not seem to mind at all. The pressure kept building and building and when you tried to pull away to explain, his hands roughly grabbed your ass and kept you still.

“Wait, Lucien, I feel like-” You tried to get out but then he started to suck on your clit, humming softly, and your entire body suddenly seized in pleasure.

“Oh, oh!” You cried out, your core clenching as your hips rose high in the air as Lucien continued to eat you out. He drank every drop of your cum as you rode his face, your head thrown back in the pillows.

It was what you imagined heaven to feel like as he slowed down his licks, pulling away to gaze at you. Your hair was a mess, cheeks pink, eyes wide, and your mouth smiling as you stared up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, smiling when you rose up to look at him.

“Can we do that again?”

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azulock · 7 months

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just some thoughts about Street Racer Ryusei that maybe I'll write something about in the future, hopefully. for now have some headcanon things.

Ryusei Shidou x Reader 890 words. no warnings.

Street Racer Ryusei who is either a hit or miss on wether people like him or not. he is kind of an acquired taste and a strange one at that, but he likes it that way. he unsettles a lot of people and honestly, he enjoys that too. he is as much of an event out of the race as he is in it, blond hair with hot pink tips, a tongue piercing and a style that truly stands out.

Street Racer Ryusei who is infamous for three things: being a great racer, being fucking wild, and being horny all the time. also picking fights, but he files that under being wild. people need to live a little more. you don't get as good as him without a personality to match. he is in this life to have fun, and there is as much fun in throwing hands some times as there is in racing. it's the excitement that comes with the danger.

Street Racer Ryusei whose car is as much of a stand out figure as he is. the 2020 Camaro ZL1 is painted in a deep blue with shocking pink highlight stripes running down the sides. it's a beast that matches the owner in power and looks. it's funny to think back now that he had let his mechanic choose the model, well she chose well, he really grew to love this car - it makes sense, she was his girlfirend at the time, he is really glad they ended in good terms, he really didn't want to have to find another mechanic.

Street Racer Ryusei who is good. in fact he is great. he is known as a phenomenal racer and he very much lives up to the hype. though, he doesn't really race to win. he races for the high of it, for the thrill of speeding through the city streets under the night sky. he lives for the fun, and a good competition makes his body explode in pleasure. doesn't matter if he loses so long as he gets his fun. hell, he will even thank the winner for letting him get such a high.

Street Racer Ryusei who hears about you before he even sees you, the murmur about some new racer arriving at the city and proving themselves good picking his interest. sure, he doesn't go chasing after you but he gets excited but he gets excited for the moment your paths cross. and they will, any good racer in this city will have to face him at some point.

Street Racer Ryusei who gets excited the first time he sees you, you are good and hot? now, thats a winning combination. he approaches you shamelessly, eyeing your car as well as your body. he flirts with you, right there on the road as you wait for the race to start. maybe he'd be winning twice tonight. and if you give him the chance, he can even make a bet out of it.

Street Racer Ryusei who races like his life depends on it - like he always does, but this time it's more fun. whenever he sees the blurry shadow of your car he feels the blood pump harder in his veins. you lived up to your hype as well as he did to his, and boy, was he into that. win or lose, he is already beyond riled up.

Street Racer Ryusei who'd only be satisfied with two results: him in first and you in second or you in second and him in first. if you win, he'd be down bad for you even harder, someone who knows how to enjoy the speed as well as him is only a turn on. if he wins he'd still be very much into you, high off of managing to make it in such tight competition. feed his competitive drive and you feed something else real quick.

Street Racer Ryusei who'd be looking for you the moment the race is over. he wouldn't leave you alone in the after party. good luck trying to shake him off, he'll be coming after you the moment his eyes spot you. but not only that, if you let him have your number, he will be calling you for a coffee date. or maybe a dinner. or whatever the fuck you want, cause at this point, he isn't even afraid to admit he got pretty damn hooked on you pretty damn quick.

Street Racer Ryusei who sure might be a bad boy in the asphault but who can be such a simp when it comes down to you. sure, a horny ass simp, but still a simp nonetheless. unafraid to show much into you he is. he's an honest guy after all, why would he hide? nah, he is gonna be all over you all day, no avoiding it.

Street Racer Ryusei who if you end up dating him would become disgustingly lovey in front of people. he is a fan of pda - in part because he likes to annoy people. blowing kisses to you before a race, whining dramatically if you don't do it back. kissing you passionately after a race, especially if one of you won. he wants people to see, he is proud of you - and of himself. of course he is a show off, and you knew that going in.

#ryusei shidou x reader #ryusei shido x reader #ryusei shido #ryusei shidou #bllk x reader

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unoislazy · 5 months

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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 2)

Eret Son of Eret x Gn! Reader

Summary: you thought you’d only have to see Eret once and never again, that way that weird feeling you got when you looked at him would disappear. Well, turns out you need him again so you an find out where Drago Bludvist is located. No one better to interrogate than a dragon trapper.

Your group of friends, of course excluding Hiccup, flew back in the general direction of Berk. A steady silence hung over all of you as you all had to come to terms with the fact that a war was coming, and a fairly gruesome one at that given the nature of Stoick’s story.

You looked ahead to the woman who naturally led the group, Astrid. You noticed the sour expression she held as she looked out at the landscape before her. Astrid was many things but good at hiding her emotion was not one of them. You lightly gestured your dragon to move up to her, now steadily flying beside her.

“So… you’re not going to listen to him are you?” You asked. She quickly snapped her head towards, surprised by your sudden presence before visibly relaxing a bit.

“Well, what if they get taken? What if Hiccup finds Drago before they can find him?” She asks, turning back to the landscape, very clearly lost in her stressful thoughts.

“Hiccup may be stubborn but so is his father, let's just give them time, don't act too hastily. Besides, it’s Hiccup we’re talking about.” You commented, eventually slightly persuading her to at least relax a slight bit.

“Let’s wait right there, and if they’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m going to look for them.” Astrid stated, guiding Stormfly down to a sizable piece of ice, big enough to hold everyone’s dragons while you all waited.

And so you waited.

And waited.

And… waited.

You watched as Astrid, someone who was usually quite put together, became fidgety and eager to get back out there. There was no doubt she loved that boy, and while you were all worried about his safety, clearly it was hitting her the most.

You almost didn’t understand it.

As far as you were concerned you had only ever experienced a familial kind of love, mainly through your friends and Stoick. He had always served as a sort of father figure over the group. You never really had that connection with anyone like Astrid and Hiccup had, or even the way Ruff, Snotlout and Fishlegs were… you never truly felt that way about anyone.

And as far as you knew, no one felt that way about you.

You couldn’t help but think how nice it must be to be able to find someone that you can not only be vulnerable with but you also want to protect. Good luck finding that in Berk, pretty sure the only Viking okay with seeming vulnerable is Fishlegs, and he gets made fun of for it every time.

It’s a weird thought, wanting to feel loved. Most people relate to the feeling, and strangely enough you felt like you had felt that feeling once before but you couldn’t place where.

You sighed, finally snapping out of your thoughts as you looked back up at Astrid who had just landed after searching the surrounding area for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“I don't like this. They should’ve been back by now.” She says to the group, even though you were almost sure the rest of them were truly too bored to listen.

“Alright then, let's go look for them.” You approved with a nod. Astrid Hofferson of all people did not truly need your approval for anything but you were the one who told her to wait in the first place. Without another word, Astrid took off practically leaving the rest of you behind in her dust.

“Good gods, what does she feed that dragon?” You asked rhetorically. Your dragon was fast but Astrid knew how to get Stormfly to her fastest potential.

“I think she feeds her chicken ‘cause they fly faster.” Tuffnut said which earned a very confused look from you as you turned back to him.

“Chickens can't fly…” You were well aware the twins had their moments of stupidity but it was always like a fresh slap in the face when you realized just how stupid they sounded sometimes.

“Oh yeah… well why do they have wings?” He argued, and honestly you couldn’t really think of a reason to argue back. Chickens are weird.

You shook your head before turning back towards where you could see Astrid a bit of a ways away from you all.

“You’d think she cares more about Hiccup than she does the rest of us.” You joked.

“I know I’d never leave you behind like that.” Snotlout added on, flying beside you to which you responded,

“Spare me.” Before adding distance between you and the short Viking man.

As you continued on, you questioned, how exactly were you meant to find Drago’s army? You had no idea where he could be at this point, Or at any point, you had never seen his army before. That’s when it clicked for you, who else would know where Drago is hiding than the dragon trappers.

Which meant seeing Eret son of Eret yet again.

You knew you weren’t looking forward to this but you’d have to suck it up for Hiccups potential safety.

After some time had passed you could start to see Erets ship in the distance, not in any better shape than it had looked last time. You caught up with Astrid before shouting towards him,

“So… any ideas on how to get him to talk?” You asked, to which Astrid responded with a smirk

“Watch and learn.” She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she often did. You waited behind as you watched her quickly dive down and scoop Eret up like it was nothing.

You watched as Stormfly flew back up to your height effortlessly, the man dangling between her claws as if he was nothing more than her latest kill or a scrap of meat. You looked down at the man from before, noticing slight features that you hadn’t really taken into account from before.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not deny he was still… very handsome. Oh how you hated admitting that.

You almost felt weak for not being able to control your thoughts or feelings about this Dragon trapper. Maybe you weren’t weak for it, for having emotions is just part of being human, but gods above were you ashamed of them.

The man screamed as he hung onto the dragons foot for dear life.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted desperately, which to be honest, was quite a good look for him. You shook your head at the thought before responding,

“We want you to take us to Drago.”

To that response the man look at you as if you had just sprouted two heads and a dragon tail.

“Help a bunch of dragon riders infiltrate Dragos army? Just kill me now.” He said in a half joking tone, but considering his situation they were definitely not the wisest words to say. Without another thought, Astrid ordered Stormfly to drop Eret which she did in a matter of seconds.

People could say what they wanted about Astrid but no one could deny that she had trained her dragon extremely well. Not like anyone had the balls to make a comment about her anyways.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Astrid asked, turning towards you as she gestured to a still screaming Eret who continued to get closer and closer to the ground.

“With pleasure.” You responded before telling your dragon to go down and fetch him. Coincidentally Eret had just been in the process of caving in, so your timing was impeccable.

Once you had flown back up to the group, Ruffnut was the first to fly towards Eret. She quickly cling to his arm as she begged to take him from you. You only laughed it off, but you couldn’t help but feel… upset about her being so enthusiastic towards him?

Which clearly confused you cause she did nothing wrong.

It felt like it could be described as jealousy but there is no way you’d ever be jealous over a dragon trapper of all people. You merely shook your head of the thoughts before looking down at the man now dangling in the grasp of your dragons claws.

“So Eret, how does it feel to be at the mercy of yet another dragon?” You teased, looking down at the man who simply rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“I’d be careful with how you respond, my dragon is now pretty eager to continue playing fetch.” You threatened in a lighthearted manner which didn’t get any verbal response from Eret but he definitely acknowledged the statement with his sudden shift in body language.

“Maybe you should change your profession, dragons seem to love you.” You joked, which finally got Eret to respond.

“And go against Drago Bludvist? No, I value my life, thank you.”

“Okay but say we took Drago out of the equation, would you consider it then?” You asked, genuinely curious in his answer.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m the ‘finest dragon trapper alive’? I would have that title with or without Drago.” He stated quite arrogantly. He clearly wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just boost his own ego.

“Right well… have you ever actually gotten to know a dragon before?” You couldn’t help but feel like Hiccup with the way you were trying to talk down the situation. Usually Hiccup was the main advocate for switching people to the dragon side, but you couldn’t help but want to try and persuade Eret. Maybe if you could get him to switch sides you’d feel less guilty about your feelings for him. Or maybe there was something deeper that was urging you. Your mind was too muddled to properly discern the true reasoning so you simply just chalked it up to Hiccup rubbing off on you.

“No, and I don’t plan it. How many times do I have to say it, I’m a dragon ‘trapper’ not one of you.” He spat which caused you to scowl slightly.

“Yeah, you’ll eat your words one day.” You stated as if you knew his fate as a fact. You don’t know why but you felt extremely confident in your words.

“Or get eaten, tell me which outcome sounds more plausible?” He asked sarcastically.

So much for trying to win him over. Guess you were really going to have to do the “Hiccup Thing” and just wait to show him somehow.

Little did you know that opportunity would come up a lot sooner than you thought.

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THIRD CHAPTER BABY!

So recall for people who didn’t read the first part: Adam fell and accidentally sold his soul to Valentino, he became one of his favorite whores. And became coworkers with Angel. Also this has 2 more chapters.

Does this include a liitle Adamsapple? Maybe one-sided? I have no idea

This has little to no in real life Valentinos, just whatever trigger warning you think that one Angel voicemail scene has applies here. Also you can punch me, I’m an ignorant on alcohol and I might’ve wrote Angel’s exact same voicemail scene on Adam…

Tags: @woah-why-i-am-here @rius-cave @candyhoiic @puparella @fightinsoda @foreverpeachy2010 @dlf24866

I hope you all have a fantastic day/night <3

“You are NOT pretty by any way!” A pink figure screamed.

Angel was running away from an exorcist. He was out of the Hotel and to his luck, he stumbled to her. Normally he’d shoot her, but he knew she wouldn’t hesitate to bring him with herself to the double death. He saw someone trying to stab her, but she just killed him. He guessed she wanted to see Angel try escaping, get tired and then kill Angel sadistically, because she wasn’t flying.

“Oh shit.” He stared at the wall. It was a dead end. This was it. End of his 138 years. He leaned to the wall and closed his eyes but the pain he expected didn’t came. Instead, he felt something on his legs. It was the exorcist. She was unconscious. Maybe even dead.

“I’m sorry Daisy.” Someone familiar spoke. “Come here bitch.”

“Adam?” He asked. He couldn’t believe it.

“I told you to come here. You are fucking bleeding.” He held his hand out to him and Angel took it.

“Did you just..?”

“Don’t think you mean anything to me. Valentino would fucking end me if he finds out I let something happen to you.” He helped him getting up and led him to a place nearby, it seemed like a hotel.

“How did you even know I was there?”

“L- Some other of them chased me down. You were near my hotel. I saw you.” He simply said, looking away. “Are you gonna get inside? You need treatment.” He stood at a door.

“I-I guess.” He was still shocked. What?

“Good. Follow me.”

He kept following the first man and inspected him. Most of the feathers on his right wing were torn off, his clothes were ripped and he had lots of tiny scars all over his body, one on his forehead looked a bit serious, still sort of bleeding. Why is he is more caring about me when he himself is bleeding? He definitely went through something. Maybe something with the angel he said that was following him?

“How did you even managed to take her down so fastly!?”

“I was their fucking leader. I trained them before. Of fucking course I know their weak spots.” He opened a door for Angel. “Get inside.”

“Ooh.” He sat down to a messed up bed as the sinner went to get medical supplies.

“Give me your arm.”

Firstly, he cleaned and disinfected his arm, causing a low hiss. He then took a bandage and started bandaging his left arm as he just stared at him.

They weren’t exactly on the term of friends at that moment. Angel still didn’t forgot who he was, and the other sinner was still hating the whole hell, so they just tolerated eachother. However, he was on the gray area for now to Angel. He knew it could be hard to drop your pride and accept this was your place now.

But no matter which area he was in, he would NOT expect him to be the one to protect him.

“What happened to your wing?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Are you going to fix that?” He pointed to his head.

“Maybe.”

“Why did they even show up? Today’s not the extermination day!” Angel was starting to get annoyed.

“I have no fucking idea. And done. You have to be more careful, slut.”

“Ii… Will.” He looked around the room as the former exorcist went to put the supplies back. It was a cool room at all, but it was messed up as hell. Maybe even worse than the one they were in.

“Soo… Do you think there are more of them?” He carefully asked. His colleague didn’t seem to be in the right mindspace. Not that he cared though.

“As I said, I fucking have no idea.” He lied down to his bed and pulled his blankets, completely ignoring the other demon.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” He closed his eyes, supposedly trying to go to sleep.

“Hey. Get up.” Angel realized the torned part of his wings were bigger when he lied down, and so was the bleedig point.

“What the fuck.”

“I dunno much about wings, but DO know you can’t ignore the blood lake on your forehead. Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

“Why would you do that.”

“What do you think Val would do to me if he found out I let YOU die? Was that because of angelic steel?”

“Oh. Yes.” All of his words were blank and emotionless. Even when he asked questions, he wasn’t curious or surprised or any other kinds of things a question could carry. He just wanted the information, and when he got it, it was over. No reaction.

“Okie.” He brought back the supplies he used to the bed. Like he did, he cleaned the blood first. But the other porn demon didn’t flich like he did when he pressed the disinfection cotton to his face. Just one of his eyes twitch. Lastly, he bandaged it. “Is there somethin you can do for your wings?”

“No there isn’t.” He lied down again. Well he could use something to ease the pain but he deserved it.

“Okay… I guess I’ll go then.” He collected the medic kit and put it back.

See you tomorrow?”

“I guess. Goodbye.”

“Bye” What the fuck happened to this fucker?

— Continuing —

“Seriously, you need to stop drinking THAT much at nights. One day you’ll get a hungover on a work day and Josh says Valentino becomes an even bigger piece of shit if he realizes.”

“C’moon, I AM being careful! I’m almost as old as the fuckin Earth is!”

“Just a warning.” They sat down at the bar and Adam put his mask on the table. “Where’s Husker?”

“Him and Bambi left for some important shit I gue-“

“Hey gays!” Someone behind them cheerfully said and alarm bells started to scream in Adam’s head as he recognized the voice. “Why are you so dirty? Do your clothes need washing?”

“Hi Niff! And no, we’re fine. Did you saw that GIANT cockroach on the third floor second bathroom?” Angel calmly said while Adam was frozen.

“No, I haven’t. I should end it!”

“I will never get used to that gremlin.” Adam watched her spinting away, subconsciously putting a hand on his stomach. There were like 9 x’es as a reminder of what got him there. He shook his head and got up from his seat, wanting to get him and Angel a thing or two.

“Can’t expect you to I guess.” He took out his phone and checked his noftications. “Hellify says Verosika released a new single… 10 messages from Husk… I can check them later…”

“You have to right?” He teased. He couldn’t help himself. They weren’t dating at the moment, but he knew how the cat and the spider had a special bond.

“Can you not.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want some? I’m filling for our missing bartender today.”

“I can have one glass. Wine.” Adam took a bottle for himself and one to prepare Angel’s.

“Here it is.”

“Thanks.”

He took a mouthful and opened his own phone. He didn’t have a lot of messages. Just Valentino’s. Luckily there were only five. He sighed, he’ll listen them later. He put the phone away and watched Angel who looked like he was waiting someone. Well he did.

“When do you think they’ll be back?” The spider drank down his glass and kept looking at the door.

“I dunno. Sad because your bartender is not here to listen you and tell you sweet shit no friend says?” He smirked.

“I am. Sad because you don’t have someone to do that for you?” He said mockingly.

“Meh. Who needs a partner. They always end the same anyway.” He looked away from his friend, drinking endlessly.

“I saw Steve looking at you like that last week.” He scoffed.

“Steve can lick his ass. I’m not gonna get together with anyone. I’m fine like this.” He pretty much muttered the last part to himself. Well he DID wanted someone in his life… But it wasn’t gonna happen. There was no way he’d ever view him in that light anymore. And Adam was not the type to chase impossible dreams.

“Your subconscious hugging your pillow says otherwise though.”

“WHA- Do you fucking watch me when I sleep?!”

“Relaax, I went to wake you up once. You were snuggling to it too much that I was surprised you weren’t tryna fuck it.”

“Oh please.”

They chatted together for a while when they saw someone unfamiliar. A short blue angler fish demon with big red glasses. He looked at the pornstars suspiciously. They returned the favor.

“Who the fuck are you?” The first man asked. Though he seemed familiar to him.

“Who the fuck are YOU? I came here today. I’m a guest.” He coldly asked.

“So are we, smartass.” Angel rolled his eyes. “He asked your name. Mine’s Angel and that’s Adam.”

“Adam? As the-

“First man, yes.”

“Oh. Baxter. Can you give me a whiskey?” He sat down to a seat of the bar. He still didn’t looked like he was comfortable.

“Suure.” He still tried to recall where he remembered the guy. And it hit him.

“Here Val. My best inventor did what he could do in three days. Right, Bax?” The screen-face said, handing out Adam’s new torture to his owner.

“I did, sir.” He said. He looked as bored as Adam was.

“Awesome! You know Voxy, you should let me borrow your employees more~” He purred.

“Nuh-uh. This guy is useful. Come Baxter. We have our own job. See you Val.” They walked away, leaving Adam with the worst boss in the world.

“Waait… You work for Voxtech don’tcha? You are the fucker who designed this torture!” He pointed at his mask.

“Yes, and? My boss just gave me what I needed to do, I didn’t even knew it was for you.” He looked bored. “Now can you please give me that whiskey?”

“How about-“ He was gonna tell Mr Serious Shithead to go grab it on his own, but Angel gave him a “Just fuckin do it, Charlie would be happy” look. He groaned, he was right. Princess Rainbows wasn’t that bad when you get used to her, not to mention she was the only fucking person in the hotel -besides Angel- who understood he was in depression when he showed up for the first time and didn’t bother him until he wasn’t in the right headspace again. He could at least try being nice to her guests.

“Here.” He forced himself to smile “What are you doing here so late anyway?”

“Last time I checked 10 wasn’t late.” He sipped from his glass.

“Whatever.” He shrugged and finished his own bottle. “I’m heading off to bed now. And,” He took his belongings from the table. “Don’t come into my room ever again.”

“What? Worried because I can saw you doing unspeakable?”

“Please.” He chuckled and went to his room. Locking it in case the cyclops might try some shit again when he swas asleep. He lied down to his bed and took his phone out, smile fading. Do it. It’ll be over. He said to himself. It’ll only be worse if you don’t.

He sighed and opened the first one.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around that much for the last few hours, I missed you so much… But they told me you went to your stupid little hotel early when I finally managed to go there… And that makes me sad…”

“YOU FUCKING PRICK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!? YOU ARE FUCKING SUPPOSED TO STAY FOR ANOTHER HOUR AFTER OUR JOB IS OVER! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING YOU CAN DO?!”

“Of course I get it, you were tired… But you could stay for another hour right… Do you want to play my nerves on purpose..?”

“Oh don’t you worry your head about this baby, I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!”

“See you tomorrow, Addie~ And don’t forget: People like you CAN’T have healthy relationships. Partners of people like you are ALWAYS pretending. They are always lying to your face, always knowing you are not ‘special’ for them, always just wanting a piece of a good cake, always using how naive you are, always-“

He got up harshly and threw his phone to the wall. When the fuck did he start crying?

Lilith, Eve, Lute… They all left him. For something better. Something more worthy than him. They saw nothing in him but a toy to play with. And then there was him… Of course he would chase something better, SOMEONE better, he was just dumb enough to think it meant-

Alcohol. That’s what he needed. It might not be a solution, but it was an escape. Escape from reality. Things hurt less when he wasn’t in control of his body. He went to his closet and took out five bottles, completely ignoring the Angel-voiced part of his brain.

Did ya like it? :>

I gotta say this might be my favorite AU of Adam.

#hazbin hotel baxter #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin angel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #holydust #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #hazbin angel dust #hazbin

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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All Along

word count: 834

Pairing: Park seonghwa x fem reader

Summary: In which she knew all along that they were soulmates and used it to help him have a better life anonymously, of course

The two had met long ago, when soulmates were announced they were both ecstatic, being hopeless romantics. However things changed of course, as life usually does, when their soul bonds were revealed, she realized they were soulmates. How could she possibly know that when many people probably share the same bond? Well she had a disastrous day and Seonghwa came over beaming ear to ear as he said he was going to begin training to become an idol, he had been scouted and was ecstatic, the same occurrence happened 3 times beore she came to terms with the fact that he was in fact her soulmate. Dating an idol would however be the worst challenge ever, and she didn’t know if she could deal with the bad side of things while he had amazing days in turn, it wouldn’t be happy.

On the otherside, Seonghwa was completely oblivious, working towards his debut tirelessly, not even noticing the amount of bad days his bestfriend had seemingly been having consistently. It wasn’t until luck had seemingly taken a turn that he noticed something, while his stress overtook him and he began feeling under the weather, his bestfriend seemed to be glowing, except she still held a sad smile on her face as she took care of his sniffling figure.

“Why do you seem sad?” He wondered, not understanding her sorrow, though he felt a twinge of sadness everytime she was sick it wasn’t enough to be visible on his face.

“I just feel bad for you.” She covered, moving to give him another spoonful of the soup Wooyoung made. They both sat in silence after that as she nursed him back to health, the only sound being Seonghwa’s slightly ragged breathing.

Their blissful silence was broken when a phone rang, her phone. She reached over his body to grab it, checking the caller ID with weary eyes, “Who is it?” Seonghwa wondered, not having seen that expression on her face before.

“Hello?” She spoke professionally as she answered the call, ignoring the prying eyes of her soulmate.

“Ah baby I’ve missed you!” the slurred words of her ex echoed through her ear from the phone speaker making her clench her eyes shut and pinch her nose in frustration.

“Who is this?” She asked, covering her annoyance with a curious facade.

“Oh come on babe, don’tbe like that, It’s me! Look I know we ended on the wrong foot but I’m better now!”

“Hm I’m sorry I don’t know who this is, I think you have the wrong number.” She said, hanging the phone up, but that isn’t what caught Seonghwa’s attention, what caught his attention was that the luck of her escaping the call had caused him to feel a little worse. His eyes went wide as he took in the thoughts processing in his brain, No way!

It wasn’t until a week later when they were going to a private cafe and she tripped hurting her foot, at the same moment he saw money on the floor, that things started clearing up in his foggy head.

“It’s you isn’t it?” He gasped as he took in the panic on her face, “Wait why are you panicking this is great!”

“It’s really not.” She frowned a bit as she mumbled out the words, pulling her coat tighter, suddenly the realization set in, she knew.

“…How long have you known?” He gasped, holding onto her shoulders in an attempt to make her look him in the eyes.

“Since we got our bonds.” She quietly said, hunching her shoulders to try and loosen his grip on her.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” He exclaimed, upset that he had missed out on the opportunity to bond fully with his soulmate.

“Because you wanted to be an idol. Do you know how difficult it is to date idols? Fans will tear me apart trying to get to you, So I stayed silent. My coworkers helped place inconveniences for me so I would have bad days so you would have good days.” She explained, looking at her shoes.

“I had a right to know!”

“I know! But you would have exhausted yourself trying to find solutions and quite honestly I really didn’t want the guilt of having a good day if you had a bad one.”

“You stupid girl!” He chuckled, the demeaning words seemingly full of fondness rather than actual malice, “Once we’re bonded it’ll go away, the only reason why it happens is to lead us to each other somehow!”

“Wait what?”

“Haven’t you seen the specialist since they told you what your bond was? You’re supposed to meet with them often to make sure the bond is still there.” He scolded earning a sheepish look from the female.

“I guess we have a lot of time to make up for.” She awkwardly shrugged, making her soulmate chuckle as he clutched her in his arms for an embrace.

“Yea, first we’re going to see the specialist to make sure our bond is strong, then you’re all mine.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez au #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez fanfiction #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

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slamminslamminmcgill · 7 months

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Perrito Chapter 3: Position - Lalo Salamanca/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

your first 24 hours on the job. you're starting to adjust to daily life as lalo's puppy, though there's a feeling of dread that you can't quite shake. tags/warnings: oral sex, vaginal sex, petplay, humiliation/degradation, exhibitionism, stalking, non-consensual body modification, gaslighting, psychological abuse, intoxication (weed and cocaine) anatomical terms: cunt/hole, t-dick word count: 9,139 (most normal lalo stan) ao3 link author's notes: we're so back (in all /srsness thank y'all for supporting me these past few months as i have been Going Through It. i promise the next chapter will not take this long) como siempre no soy un hablante nativo pero estoy aprendiendo. entonces por favor corríjame si se encuentra algo de errores :3

This was not the first morning you woke up feeling like a complete and utter dumbass.

And it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Though as you prodded the bruise on the underside of your bicep, you struggled to think of a time that you’d fucked up even half this bad.

The only thing that came close was the day you got arrested. You remember it in flashes. First, you were in the passenger seat of a car, nothing fancy. You couldn’t recall if it was a Honda or a Hyundai, but you were never much of a car person anyway. Whatever it was, it was blue, and parked in a seedy alleyway. You had your mouth on a cock, one of many you’d taken before, thinking about what you’d get for lunch after this. Anything that would get the taste of cherry-flavored condom out of your mouth. Suddenly, there was a knock on the window, and you and your client were dragged out of the car by two nosy officers. Handcuffed, bent over the hood, and trying your hardest not to cry, one of them patted you down, and reached into one of the small pockets in your denim booty shorts.

“Yep. Cocaine. So now we can add possession of a schedule two narcotic to your charges.”

Just your fucking luck. That morning, a client had given you an 8-ball in exchange for a discounted blowjob. It would’ve been cheaper to just pay your normal rate, but he said he was trying to kick the stuff and it was just collecting dust in his possession. You had no interest in trying coke for yourself, but you figured you could sell it pretty easily. After all, what’s one illegal trade versus another? Plus, the guy had said it was high quality. Allegedly, it was the good shit from Mexico.

Mexico.

Maybe it was Salamanca product.

Maybe Lalo had been controlling your life for longer than you thought.

The next thing you remember was crying in the interrogation room.

You’d refused to talk to the pigs, as you should’ve. You weren’t that stupid. You knew nothing good would come of it. They could just lie and say whatever asinine thing they felt like to get you to snitch on yourself.

“We just want to know what happened, kid.” Bullshit.

“We’re trying to help you.” No you’re not.

“Cry all you want, but you got yourself into this mess. If you talk to us, we can find a way to get you out of it.” Fuck. You.

Blubbering, choking on snot and tears, more scared than you’d ever been in your entire life, you stood your ground.

“I’m… *sniff* I’m invoke- invoking my… *sniff* right to remain s-silent and my right- *sniff* right to c-counsel… P-P-Please…” Breathe. Just breathe. In, then out. Innn, ouuut… Okay. You’re okay. You can do this. What’s the next line? “P-Please provide me with an attorney.”

To their credit, they did. The next person you spoke to was a public defender, a guy in his 40s who looked like he hadn’t slept in days. You remember what he said when he saw you.

“Oh jeez, you poor kid. Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. Please, please don’t cry. I, uh… I think I got some napkins you can use.” He’d opened his disheveled briefcase and handed you some thin fast-food napkins. As you mopped up your misery, he took out a pen and paper, and sat down across from you. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. Also, he was a sympathetic crier, so he didn’t want to make things harder for himself. “My name’s Jimmy. I’m gonna be your lawyer. Can you tell me your name, bud?”

Jimmy tried. He really did. But the best deal he could get for you was 6 months. You remember the look of sadness on his face when he told you that you’d be going to prison. You broke down, sobbing violently into your palms. You heard his voice crack under your heavy burden.

“I know… I know, kid. I’m sorry. Just let it out.”

“I’m gonna die in there… I’m gonna die…”

“No, no, no! No, you’re not! Keep your head up, okay? 6 months will be over before you know it.”

“No, you don’t understand…”

You came out to him, and his face contorted in horror when he realized what you’d be subjected to. Jimmy felt like the worst lawyer in the world; he somehow managed to get a client the death penalty for prostitution and a few grams of coke. He had never felt so fucking guilty. At least he gave great hugs.

The cops who did your strip search did not.

Your memory got hazy from this point. You dissociated through the entire intake process, mindlessly following directions. Stand here, turn, turn, face forward. Walk. Stand here. Take your clothes off, oh dear god. Run your fingers through your hair. Open your mouth. Squat. Cough. Put your new clothes on. Take your stuff. Go to your cell. You were lucky to not have a cellmate assigned yet. You could spend your first few hours of incarceration crying in your bed alone.

At lunch, you went to the shower, and the rest was history.

And a few weeks later, you were laying in a luxurious bed, waking up well-rested from the amazing sex you were being paid $10,000 a week to have.

And you had a microchip in your arm.

This wasn’t post-nut clarity; this was post-nut psychosis. No, post-nut divine revelation, like God himself had come down from Heaven just to call you a braindead dipshit who should’ve seen this coming. Like the 2nd-generation cartel boss that paid you to live in his house and drain his balls wouldn’t find a way to track you wherever you went, dumbass? What were you thinking, huh? Are you fucking stupid? Huh? Are you? Are you stupid?

Probably.

You probably were stupid.

But you definitely were hungry, and hell, Lalo promised you breakfast once you woke up and came down to the kitchen. If there really was a microchip in your arm, it wasn’t exactly going anywhere. You might as well enjoy the perks of your situation, of which there were many. Maybe a full stomach would empty your head.

Having completed your morning routine in Lalo’s master bathroom, you threw on some casual clothes, stared at the dog collar your reflection wore, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Lalo was eagerly waiting for you, with an apron tied taut around his slutty little waist.

He gasped in delight when you finally graced him with your presence. “¡Buenos días, perrito! (Good morning, doggy!)” He ran up to you and gave you a warm, tight hug, one that could’ve lulled you right back to sleep if he kept it up for long enough, especially with such soothing puppytalk. “Ay, mi chiquito lindo, te quiero muuucho. Te quiero, te quiero. (Ay, my cute little boy, I love you so muuuch. I love you, I love you.)” But instead, he eventually broke the hug to kiss your forehead and pat you on the shoulder. “You sleep okay?”

You slept fine, but waking up was another story, a story that you didn’t tell. “Yeah, I’m good.” You yawned and stretched once he let you go. “That bed is super comfortable. Way better than what I’m used to.”

“Well, get used to it! It’s definitely a step up for you. Good for your back too.” Lalo laughed, patted you once more, and opened up some of the kitchen cabinets. He kept talking as he grabbed a frying pan and some mixing bowls. “Now that you’re up, I thought we could cook breakfast together. You down?”

“Yeah! Sure. I’d like that. I’m hungry.”

“Figured you would be. I gave you quite the workout last night, huh?” Lalo winked at you over his shoulder as he started to position everything on the counter. When he turned his back to you, you couldn’t help but ogle his ass in those insultingly tight jeans he always wore. “Can you do me a favor, actually? Can you grab the eggs and chorizo from the fridge? Should be on the second shelf.”

His question took a second to finish buffering in your distracted mind. “Hm? Oh, yeah! I gotcha.”

You walked over to the fridge and opened the double doors. It was bigger than the fridge you’d had at your apartment in Albuquerque. A lot bigger. Your eyes scanned the fully stocked second shelf, searching for what you had been instructed to find.

Your back to him was the perfect opportunity to strike. Lalo snuck up behind you, snaked his arms under your armpits, and clipped the leash to your collar. Thank god you hadn’t grabbed the eggs yet, because he yanked the leash back and knocked you off your balance.

“¡Siéntate! (Sit!)”

You turned around and dropped to your knees, looking up at Lalo with a face of pure confusion, which he found incredibly amusing.

“What? What are you looking so surprised for?” He reached over you to shut the fridge. “On-call means on-call, puppy! That means if I need you, you gotta be ready for me, yeah? Any time, any place.”

Right. That was what you signed up for. You just went expecting it to be so… sudden. “Okay, yeah, sorry, I just thought that-“

“Ch.”

What? What the fuck did he just do? It was like he shushed you, but it was a ch rather than a sh. Sharper, and with a more distinct bite to it, like a threat. It shocked you into silence, which is exactly what he wanted.

“Good boy.” Lalo balled the slack of the leash in his fist and crouched down to your eye level. “Now, you gonna be quiet? You gonna be a good doggy and do what you’re told?”

Son of a bitch. You really were his dog. The puppytalk, the headpats, the commands, the microchip. His commitment to the bit was honestly impressive. You nodded, ready to listen.

Lalo smiled and tousled your hair, recreating the bedhead you’d so carefully combed away. You would have been annoyed if it didn’t come with some intoxicating praise. “Good boy! Such a good boy! Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes you are! You’re a good boy!”

His sweet words soothed your mind. You could feel your thoughts, reason, your very humanity melting away with each strand of your hair curled around his fingers, each repetition of “good boy” that left his lips and emigrated to your ears. Degrading? Yes, but that was part of the fun. It was nice to not have to think for yourself. You could just close your eyes, sit back, relax, and let yourself be spoiled. Lalo would take very good care of his dog.

Lalo could see the transformation, the shift from person to puppy at the very second you stopped thinking. Having you exactly how he wanted you, he smoothed your hair out to something almost as tidy as you’d had it before. “That’s it… Good boy… Good doggy…” To snap you out of your daze, he snapped his fingers in front of your face. “¡Ay! Mírame. Look at me, puppy.”

You did as you were told, gazing up at Lalo as he stood upright and let the chain leash jingle as the excess fell from his hand.

“Good boy.” Lalo held his hand out for you. “Shake. Dame la pata.”

Assuming a dog wouldn’t have the same dexterity for a handshake as a human would, you laid your limp-wristed hand in his, and let him grab it and shake it.

That was the right move. “Perfect! Good boy!” He let go of your hand and you placed it back on your thighs alongside the other. “Habla. Speak.”

You’d learned your lesson last night, and told him what he wanted to hear. “Woof woof!”

“Ha! Aw man, I never get tired of hearing that.” Lalo’s hand found its way to your hair again and he asked, “Good boy! You want a treat? You want a treat, boy?”

You weren’t entirely sure what a treat would be in this context, but you guessed it’d be something good. You nodded once more, accepting whatever blessing he would bestow upon you.

Lalo’s smile dropped, “I need to hear you, puppy. I need to hear you if you want your treat. C’mon,” and pulled the leash hard enough to gag you a little, “Speak!”

“Woof! Woof, woof!”

“Gooood boy.” Lalo purred and slipped the leash’s handle onto his wrist. Now having both hands free, he went to untie the apron and unfasten his belt.

Should’ve seen that coming. You thought to yourself, though your self-contained sarcasm went out the window once his cock was out. You’d seen it a bunch by now, but it never failed to make you drool. You licked your lips in preparation.

Lalo slooowly pumped himself in front of you, watching you squirm anxiously. His foreskin retracted and slid back so easily, and the overhead kitchen lights illuminated the single drop of precum leaking from his slit. It felt like ages before he finally said to you, “Come get your treat, doggy.”

And your mouth was on him in a flash, an instinctual response to a simple command. You were so well trained. Such a good dog. You reached up to squeeze his ass and push him further down your throat. Even with your mouth plugged with cock, you found yourself moaning in pleasure.

Your voice vibrating his shaft inspired Lalo to speak up, through a deep, rich groan. “Ooh, yeah, that’s it… That’s a good puppy. I almost think you enjoy this more than I do!”

Possibly, but with how obnoxiously loud he was moaning, you thought it was pretty balanced. You pulled his cock out of your mouth to spit all over the tip and spread it down. Once you’d soaked his entire length, you lifted it up to slurp on his balls.

“Yeah, yeah, there you go… Good doggy. Good-“ Lalo went still and unnaturally stiff for a second. Then, he started laughing. Hard.

You pulled back to check on him. “Uh… you good?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Just…” Lalo braced himself against the fridge to catch his breath, “Just thought of something funny is all. Y’know… dog playing with a ball? Fetch, boy!”

As stupid as it was, you couldn’t help but laugh, too, though you only got 3 or 4 “ha”s out of your system before Lalo yanked the leash and impaled your mouth with his cock.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Lalo’s spontaneity was definitely something you’d have to get used to. His ability to make you laugh, drop your guard, and then sneak up on you meant that you could never truly relax around him. But hey, that’s what you’re getting paid for, right? Plus, it’s kind of a thrill to be taken by surprise. You continued to service him, wet and sloppy, spit seeping down your face, until another sound stalled the scene: your stomach growling. Loudly.

But Lalo didn’t mind. In fact, he thought it was cute. “Oh, pobrecito (poor thing), was that you? You’re hungry, huh, boy? Well the sooner you get me off, the sooner we can cook, okay? Here…” He held onto you tightly by your hair and began thrusting into your throat. “I’ll help you speed things up.”

You gripped his thighs to brace yourself, knowing exactly what he meant by that.

Lalo fucked your throat with reckless abandon, savoring all the obscene gawkgawkgawk type sounds it made. His breath shuddered as he neared his peak. “Ay, te pinche puto, oh… Oh, sí, como eso. Buen chico. Qué- ngh… Qué buen chico-oh, mierda, estoy… Estoy cerca… Voy a venir… Voy a venir en tu boca de puto… ¡Carajo! (Ay, you fucking slut, oh… Oh, yeah, like that. Good boy. What- ngh… What a good boy-oh, shit, I’m so… I’m so close… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum in your whore mouth… Fuck!)”

And once more you were shoved all the way down. Your nose nestled into Lalo’s bush as he ejaculated down your throat. Without any options otherwise, you quickly swallowed it all. You didn’t get to taste his cum, but the feeling of his aching cock throbbing on your tongue was delicious in and of itself.

When he was finally empty, Lalo sighed and pulled you off. You coughed as the oxygen rushed you, forcing down the last few drops of his cum. The both of you were disheveled, sweaty, flushed-face messes. What a way to start the day.

“There. Little snack to hold you over before we cook, right?” Lalo tucked himself back into place and unclipped the leash from your collar, signaling that your job was done. He gave you a warm smile and finger combed your hair back into place. “Good boy! Oh, that was good. C’mere. Lemme help you up.” He extended his hand for you to take, lifting you up onto two legs. You were a person once more. Now you could think rather than feel, and speak rather than bark. “You alright? You did great. As usual.”

You chuckled, the warm and fuzzy feeling of puppymode still lingering behind. You were in no rush to let it pass, anyway. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Thanks. Glad you liked it.”

“Good!” Lalo was back to his normal, energetic self. He grabbed his apron, clapped you on the shoulder, and said, “Now, go get me the eggs and chorizo.”

And with that, he strutted back to the counter, business as usual.

You would definitely have to get used to his spontaneity.

…

Breakfast was delicious, so much so that you wondered why he bothered having Yolanda cook at all. Oh well, not your place to judge. His cooking was phenomenal, but maybe hers would have you exploring a different plane of consciousness. After breakfast, Lalo saw it fitting to give you a proper tour of the house.

“Okay, so, you’ve seen the living room, the kitchen, and the master bedroom. There’s a couple more bedrooms downstairs, at the other side of the house. One of them is Yolanda’s, and another is Cecilio’s. The rest are for guests. There’s 2 more bathrooms down that way, too.”

“Mm, okay, got it.” You nodded, making a mental map of where everyone was in the house, though you noticed a pretty substantial gap. “What about all the guards?”

“Oh, they kinda have their own base outside. Makes it easier for them cause they gotta wake each other up to switch shifts. I’ll show you in a bit.”

Honestly, for a cartel boss’s estate, you weren’t expecting it to feel so… homey. Your vision of a drug lord’s mansion was something akin to a fever dream that you’d have after bingewatching MTV Cribs. Everything either marble or gold-plated, 15 Lamborghinis in the garage, and a pet tiger that somehow has its own Lamborghini. But no, Lalo’s place was decorated like people actually lived here. Barring the concrete gate topped with barbed wire, it was like any other family hacienda. Though instead of multiple generations of one family, it was just Lalo and his staff: his cook, his gardener, his guards…

And of course, his dog.

You tried to ignore that nagging feeling under your bicep as Lalo walked you up to a bookshelf. “And so this, oh, you’re gonna love this, just watch.”

One of the books caught your attention. It was bright red, and its spine said “Hiding in Plain Sight by S. P. Onaj”. How clever. Actually, it was clever, because he reached for a plain-looking blue book on the shelf below it. He pulled it back, and the bookshelf opened like a door, revealing a dimly lit staircase heading downward.

“By the way, pulling that red one sounds an alarm. Just in case any intruder thinks they’ve got me all figured out. Made it obvious on purpose.” Lalo winked at you. “So! Guess what’s down there.”

“Is it a sex dungeon?”

Lalo froze, his facial expression that of bewilderment. You’d got it in one. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed. “What gave it away?”

You shrugged. “I mean, you’re rich and kinky enough to hire a live-in sex puppy, I’m assuming you’d have your own dungeon. Plus, why else would you be showing it to me?”

“Fair point.” Lalo shook his head and chuckled. “Since you wanna be a smartass, though, I’m not taking you down there now.” He shut the bookshelf door, and the ominous staircase was gone, as if it was never there.

“Aw, boo.” You pouted. “Just cause I guessed it right, you’re not gonna show me?”

“No, I actually gotta run out in a little while, and I’m not gonna show you until I have enough time to give you an extensive tour.” Lalo smirked. “There’s a lot down there. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.” He leaned down and brushed your hair away from your ear, making sure his whispered words hit you dead-on. “There’s so many fun things I can do to you, puppy.”

Before you could even whine, grovel, bitch, or moan, Lalo slipped right past you and beckoned you forward. “Alright! Now, I’mma show you outside. C’mere, boy!”

What a fucking tease. You thought, rolling your eyes and following behind him. He held the backdoor open for you to step onto the patio, but before your other foot left the threshold, Lalo grabbed you.

“Hey! What the-”

You were stopped mid-sentence by the sound of jingling metal.

The leash.

Lalo had clipped it to your collar again and led you onto the patio, like it was the most casual fucking thing in the world, and he didn’t just accost you into a near chokehold. No warning, no red flag, nothing. You didn’t even hear the damn leash before it was on you. You were stunned. “Were you just keeping that in your pocket this whole time?”

“Well, yeah. Where else would it be?” He stepped out in front of you and pulled the chain. “Sit. And don’t talk ‘til I say so.”

You let your snarky comments simmer on the backburner and did as you were told, dropping to your knees on the patio. You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment as you took in your surroundings: the golden midday sunlight, the warm air, the sounds of birds and a lawnmower running. Oh, god, is he gonna make you blow him out here? Out in the open? Well, you’d done worse. You’d even done worse with him, but the spontaneity was gonna stop your heart one day.

Lalo gave you more of those cloyingly sweet headpats. “Good boy. Good boy. There you go, that’s it. Just relax. Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Be a good puppy. Be a good puppy for Don Eduardo.”

You gradually synced to his rhythm. He’d ambush you with the leash, then coax you into pupspace with petting and praise. Once you were warmed up, you’d do whatever he wanted. It was easier to adjust the second time around.

And as predicted, your master gave you a firm pull of the leash and an even firmer command. “Cuatro patas. All fours, c’mon.”

You shuffled onto your hands and knees, waiting for your next order. But it didn’t come. Instead, Lalo just started walking, expecting you to follow suit. But you didn’t. You were mortified by what he was implying.

When you didn’t move with him, he turned around and glared down at you. “What? I can’t take my dog for a walk?” Lalo clicked his tongue and yanked the leash. “Come.”

What was usually your favorite command to hear was now suddenly your least favorite. Lalo was going to have you crawl on your hands and knees, through the grass and dirt, in broad daylight for anyone to see. You kept your head down, staring at the blades of grass that stained your palms and knees green. You weren’t listening to Lalo’s tour.

Knowing damn well he was talking to himself, Lalo still pointed out every landmark that you passed, the first one being right ahead of you. “Pool’s right here. It’s heated, just in case you were wondering. And at night, the lights change color. It’s really pretty. Been thinking about getting a bar out here, too.”

As you approached the perimeter of the pool, the cool grass turned to burning tile. You winced and hissed in pain as your bare palms touched the hot surface. “Ah! Shit…”

To your surprise, Lalo actually showed some concern for your situation. “Too hot?”

You grit your teeth and grimaced, still not looking up at him. “Mhm…”

“Here, c’mon, stand up,” He tugged the leash up, “Two legs.”

You hopped up onto your feet, grateful that you were allowed to keep your skin from melting off your hands. You went to brush yourself off, but Lalo grabbed your wrists.

“Let me see.” He checked your palms for any injuries, and finding that you were alright, released you. “Okay, good. Vamos (Let’s go).”

You walked like a person past the edge of the pool, yet once you stepped onto softer ground, you felt a pull of the leash.

“Cuatro patas (All fours).”

And you were back to walking like a dog, hanging your head in shame as you were paraded around the ranch.

Lalo kept blabbing about whatever building you passed by, his garage, the guards’ house, the shed. You still weren’t listening. You barely even looked up. You were more intently focused on how the beads of sweat dripped off your face and onto the grass below you. And even though the sun wasn’t directly shining down on them, your cheeks had never felt hotter. This was a level of degradation that you did not expect to come with this job. What was he even getting out of this anyway? Did he like showing you off? Having you jump through hoops? Making you whore yourself out to him and debase yourself for his amusement? Was this even getting him off, or was it just for shits and giggles? And why so heavy on the dog motif? And why was there a fucking microchip in your arm?!

Your mind kept repeating one phrase, one sacred mantra that pushed the bad thoughts away and helped you keep going, one paw after another: $10,000 a week. $10,000 a week. $10,000 a week.

As you kept internally chanting your mantra, a loud voice derailed your train of thought, and to your shock and horror, it wasn’t Lalo’s.

“¡Patrón! (Boss!)”

Your neck snapped up, shifting your gaze from the ground to the gardener, Cecilio. You hadn’t exchanged more than a wave when you met, and now here you were, being walked on all fours in front of this nice old man. You had never felt so thoroughly humiliated. All you wanted to do was dig yourself a nice little hole to die in, but that’d just make his job harder. It’d be rude of you to mess up his meticulous groundskeeping. Maybe if you asked him nicely, he’d simply bludgeon you to death with a shovel instead.

Lalo waved at him and shouted back. “¡Cecilio! ¿Qué tal? (What’s up?)” He dragged you behind him as he approached his landscaper. “Un buen día para dar una vueltecita, ¿verdad? (Nice day for a little walk, right?)” He knelt down on the grass and ruffled your hair with the same informality as petting an actual dog, one that didn’t understand the abstract concept of embarrassment. “¿Necesitas algo? (Need something?)”

Much to your surprise and relief, Cecilio didn’t seem at all fazed by the spectacle in front of him. He didn’t even acknowledge you. “Sólo tengo una preguntita. ¿Usted quería los arbustos altos como estos o más bien como los en frente? (I just have a quick question. Did you want the bushes tall like this or more like the ones out front?)” He asked, gesturing to a tall shrub that had a stepladder beside it.

Lalo hummed and scratched behind your ears as he thought about it. “Hmm… Pienso que como ellos están ahora está bien. Déjalos altos. (Hmm… I think how they are now is fine. Leave them tall.)”

You couldn’t understand much of the conservation; it had gone by too quickly for you to translate. What you could understand was how nice his hands felt, how they scratched every itch you didn’t even know you had. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Now knowing that Cecilio didn’t care, you were able to relax. You sighed and leaned into Lalo’s patronizing touch.

“Pero… ¿qué piensas, perrito? (But… what do you think, doggy?)” He yanked the chain leash hard to get your attention. “¡Habla! (Speak!)”

And your base instincts reacted quicker than your brain. He’d trained you well. “Woof!” you barked. Upon realizing what you just did, you blushed and pressed your face into him, attempting to hide from Cecilio.

“Oh, good boy. That’s my good boy.” He kissed your forehead before he stood up, and tugged the leash to get you on all fours again.”Come on, puppy. Let’s get you back inside.” And as he walked you toward the house, he called out behind him. “¡Bien hecho, Cecilio! ¡Sigue así! (Good job, Cecilio! Keep it up!)”

Cecilio called back, “¡Sí, señor! ¡Gracias! (Yes, sir! Thank you!)”

Lalo took you back to the house, again letting you walk on two legs past the pool. You started to crouch down once you made it onto the grass, but he stopped you.

“Nah, that’s okay. You’re done for now.” He unclipped the leash from your collar and stuffed it back in his pocket. “How was that? You okay?”

“Yeah, uh… I’m fine.” You replied, brushing the grass off your knees and pondering what the fuck you just did. “Just, uh… Was that, like…” You didn’t even know where to begin, but your most pressing concern was the mental well-being of the innocent bystander. “That wasn’t weird for him, right?”

“What, Cecilio? Nah.” Lalo waved off your concerns. “He’s fine. Listen, everybody here just does their job and minds their own business. No one’s gonna say anything about you doing yours. And if they do, you tell me. Okay?”

That was actually reassuring. After all, it was just a job. You were just doing what you get paid for, same as everyone else. “Okay.”

“Good!” Lalo smiled, “So, I gotta run out for a while. Gotta handle some business stuff with a few of my guys. You remember Tuco?”

Thinking back to that one time he broke a dude’s nose in the prison cafeteria for spilling a soda on him, you answered, “How could I forget?”

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be him and his buddy Ignacio. He’s cool. I’ll have to introduce you sometime.” Lalo went to grab his going out essentials that he left on the counter: his phone, his wallet, his keys, and a 9mm handgun. “You’ll probably be asleep by the time I get back, but if you’re not, I’ll be outside on the patio. Just in case you get lonely. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.” Having everything he needed, he gave you a tight hug and a smooch goodbye on your forehead. “Be a good puppy while I’m gone, okay?”

You giggled playfully. “I will. See ya!”

…

The rest of your day was uneventful without Lalo around. You wandered around the house looking for ways to keep yourself entertained. Part of you thought about sneaking down into the alleged sex dungeon he had, but you decided against it. You didn’t want to 1.) spoil the surprise, and 2.) trip any unexpected alarms or booby traps without him to guide you through them. Instead, you went for a dip in his pool, made yourself something to eat, and took a shower before bed.

During your shower, you dragged the soap across the underside of your bruised arm, wincing when you felt the skin roll over the microchip like how a tire does to a speed bump. There was definitely something under there. There had to be. You could feel it. It was a tiny stick, about an inch long. You could even jostle it around with your fingers. No bruise or vaccination moved like that. And it all made sense, too. Why else would the doctor have to numb you? Why else would he make sure you had your eyes closed when he stuck you? “This is how we do it in Mexico.” Bullshit.

Unfortunately, Lalo did not have any medical books in his possession, nothing that would reveal his tricks. So, all you had to go on was the injection site. All you could do is poke and prod at it helplessly as you laid in his bed, wide awake.

At least the bed was comfortable.

If you had to be kept prisoner somewhere, this was definitely a step up from MDC Albuquerque.

That’s what he was doing, right? Keeping you prisoner. Why microchip you if not? You could rationalize that this was a job; you’d be free to quit any time you want. But that was wishful thinking. As if you’d ever be allowed back to civilian life knowing what you know. Putting in your 2 weeks notice would probably result in Lalo calling in the doctor to put you down. That’s what happens when dogs bite.

No. No. Stop thinking like that. Stop thinking in general. Just go to sleep! Just go to sleep. It’s not that difficult, right? You do it every night! Here, let’s count some sheep. Maybe that’ll do the trick.

A sheep jumps over the fence. Baa! One.

Another sheep jumps over the fence. Baa! Two.

Another sheep jumps over the fence. There’s a microchip in your arm.

“Goddamnit!” You grabbed one of the spare pillows by your head, screamed into it, and tossed it onto the floor. Having finished with your brief temper tantrum, you stared up at the ceiling, tense, wide-eyed, and fully cognizant. You sighed. You weren’t going to sleep anytime soon.

Though you probably knew someone who was in the same boat. Someone who you knew would be good company.

No. No, no, no. Do not go out to him. You cannot be dependent on him emotionally, too. Physically and financially is more than enough. You catch feelings, and that’s how Stockholm syndrome starts.

…

Then again, does anyone know when they have Stockholm syndrome? Is it like anxiety or depression, where you’re aware of your symptoms and yet they persist no matter how many times some asshole tells you to just try yoga? Or is it more like addiction, where you can rationalize anything to avoid facing the problem that you refuse to accept?

…

Fuck it.

You tiptoed downstairs and out the back door, and sure enough, Lalo was outside on the patio, right where he said he’d be, sitting by the firepit. On the table next to him was a rolling tray, and on the tray you saw a jar, a lighter, and a hemp wrapper. Next to the rolling tray was an ashtray, a tiny golden tool that looked like a shovel for ants, and a baggie of white powder. In his hands, he was twisting a grinder. When he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he perked up.

“Hey, puppy. What’re you doing up? You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep…” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. “Can I join you?”

Lalo’s smile radiated the same warmth as the fire pit. “I’d like that. Could probably use the company.”

You approached the chair adjacent to him, when Lalo raised his hand to stop you.

“No, no, no.” He slapped his thigh and wiggled his eyebrows. “Right here. Best place for a lapdog, right?”

Unable to argue with that airtight logic, you sat down on his lap and settled in. Lalo hooked his arms around you, kissed your temple, and said “See? You fit right in. Good boy.”

You hummed contentedly and leaned back against his chest as he continued to grind what you hoped was weed. You glanced over at the table and asked, “You rolling a blunt?”

“Yep. You want some? It’s indica. Helps me relax.”

“Sure, thanks.” You sat in silence for a moment until he reached towards the table. He took the jar and lighter off the tray and set them aside, next to the bag of what was probably cocaine. No harm in asking, right? He must have had it out for a reason. “So, uh… is that coke?”

“Yeah. I’m not letting you have any, though, so don’t ask. Especially if you’re trying to sleep. It’s the last thing you need.” Lalo’s voice was tender, but firm. You knew better than to question him on that. It seemed like a hard rule.

“That’s fine. Wasn’t gonna anyway.” There was a drop in the conversation, until you thought of a way to pick it back up. “So, like… do you do it often?”

Lalo unscrewed the second chamber to the grinder and dumped the weed on the rolling tray. “I guess you could say I do it more than most people, but I don’t always use it to get high. Most of the time, I just do little bumps to keep me awake.”

Granted, you didn’t have any experience with actually trying coke, but you didn’t think you could do it so casually. You’d always thought of it as an extreme thing, something you do lines upon lines of and have either the best or worst night of your life. But no, Lalo was calm and collected, as usual. You never would have guessed if it wasn’t just chilling on the table next to you. Next to that weird little shovel. “What’s that for?”

“What, the spoon? Oh, it just measures a bump for you. Here, watch.” He set the grinder down and picked up the coke and the spoon. He cracked open the baggie and dug the spoon in, retrieving a tiny little pile of coke. “See? Just a little bit.” He brought it up to his nostril and sniffed up the powder. His face crinkled up, and then he exhaled. “And that’s it!” He closed the bag and set it and the spoon aside, sniffling up the trace amounts stuck inside his nose. “That’s all you need to keep you up.”

“Interesting…” You pondered, having gained a new perspective on cocaine. Still, that couldn’t be healthy, right? Why not just, y’know, go the fuck to sleep? “Why, uh… Why do you wanna stay awake?”

“Couple of reasons.” Lalo replied, leaning over you to roll the blunt. “First, sleeping is a waste of time. I got more important things I could be doing. You’re supposed to sleep, what, like 8 hours a day? That’s one third of your life you miss out on. ‘S too much.” His calloused fingers curled the hemp wrapper around the weed so dexterously, like a true professional. You’d expect nothing less from a cartel boss. He probably had decades of practice. “I’m lucky, though. I don’t really need much sleep. I’m good with just an hour or two.”

“Mm.” You concurred in as few words as possible. None, actually. You weren’t cosigning the delusional things he said, just acknowledging that you were listening.

“Second, sleeping means you’re vulnerable. That’s something my tío taught me. People can ambush you in your sleep, and you won’t see it coming. They got a head start if you’re knocked out. That’s why you wanna be up as much as possible. Don’t let them get you.”

The most normal advice to give your nephew. You didn’t want to think about what his childhood must have been like, growing up with lessons like that. You answered with a noncommittal “Ah, gotcha.”

Lalo licked the edge of the blunt to seal it, then flicked the lighter. He singed the tip and took a big puff, blowing out a pretty decent cloud. He sighed, then said, “Your turn,” and the blunt was passed to you.

“Thanks.” You graciously accepted the blunt and took one puff, then another, and passed it back to him. Having both hands free, you scratched your neck absentmindedly, just above your collar.

You didn’t notice what you were doing, but Lalo did. After taking his hit, he set the blunt down on the ashtray. “Let me get that for you.” Before you could ask what he was getting for you, he unhooked your collar and set it on the table. It wasn’t asphyxiating you by any means, but the fresh air on your neck was a shock to your system. You’d forgotten you were wearing it. It just felt so natural.

“Wait, but… aren’t I supposed to keep it on?”

Lalo’s voice was rich and sweet, honey sticking to the sides of your brain. “I tell you when to have it on, I can tell you when to take it off, can’t I?” One of his hands caressed your bare neck, and you whimpered at the feeling of something besides leather. “And besides… not everything has to be about work, right?”

“Right, yeah… Thanks…”

“Of course. I care about you, y’know.” He picked up the blunt and brought it to your lips. “Take another hit for me.”

You wrapped your lips around the blunt and inhaled until Lalo pulled it away. You coughed, just a tiny bit, and he was there to pat you on the back.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, puppy. You’re okay.” He cooed, gently stroking your hair. He then brought the blunt to his own lips, took a hit, and blew out the smoke. “Sooo, how was your first day? You like it here?”

The weed was starting to cloud your mind. It took you a moment to realize you were just asked a question. “Huh? Oh! Yeah! Yeah, it was…” Your mind stalled, trying to string some words together as you relaxed into his body. “Mmm, it was good…”

“Yeah?” Lalo chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that.” He reached over you to ash the blunt. “What was your favorite part?” He relit the blunt, took a quick puff, and passed the baton to you.

You didn’t even have to think about your answer. It was instantaneous. “Blowing you in the kitchen, obviously.” You took your hit and handed it back to him.

“Ah, yeah, I figured. I can tell you really put your heart and soul into it.” He tousled your hair for the 400th time today, and said “Such a good little slut.” He took a long drag and let the smoke drift lazily out of his mouth. “Did you like being walked?”

Looking back on it through hotboxed windows, you did enjoy the exhibition. How vulnerable and open you felt, How Lalo, no, your master Don Eduardo, clicked his tongue at you and told you to walk, and you crawled through dirt to please him. It was kinda hot in retrospect. “Yeah… Hm…” You tapped the unlit end of the blunt against your lips and thought it over, trying to do your duty as a sub and give feedback. “I think, like… I was a bit nervous at first, ‘cause I was worried about getting caught. But I mean, if Cecilio didn’t care, it’s not really a big deal, then, I guess.” You gave the blunt to your boss.

He took a hit, and asked “Would you do it again?”

You took your hit, “I think so.”

“Okay, good. Good to know.” Lalo put the blunt out in the tray and squeezed you tight against him. “You feel high yet? This is strong stuff, baby boy.”

He was right. It was some strong stuff. A drug lord wouldn’t half ass his weed. None of that pussy bullshit from a medical dispensary that gives you the most limp-wristed handjob of a high so you can fall asleep without nightmares for once. This was a heavy, soul-crushing indica, the kind that has you couchlocked for hours and makes a Crunchwrap Supreme taste like the pinnacle of humanity’s achievements. Taking the time to pause between hits meant that you could actually feel yourself getting high, as if the weed was somehow catching up to you. As if for the past 5 minutes, you two had just been pumping a balloon full of helium, and now you could watch it fly away. Half the blunt was left, but your brain cells were already sizzling away one by one. His big, strong hands rubbed your shoulders, jiggling your limp body around.

And his pinky finger nudged your microchip bruise.

You locked up. Going from warm and fuzzy to tense and cold at the drop of a hat. You had no words you could use. You were an animal, reduced to base instinct. Panic. Panic. Panic.

Lalo could feel it. “Hey. You okay?”

Now having been asked another question, you switched from animal instinct to robot programming. What just happened? What did you feel just now? How do we approach this question? You came up with this as a plausible response: “Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

Feel what? What did he feel? What was it that triggered your rigid demeanor? You stared off into the distance, dissociating into the program, and lifted your arm. “There’s a stick in my arm.”

“A stick?”

His tone was unclockable.

No need to panic. Just tell him what happened. “There’s a stick. In my arm. I just felt you move it.”

“What… right here?” His thumb tapped the bruise dead-on. Bullseye.

“Yes. Right there. I can feel it moving. Push down on it.”

Lalo did as you requested, digging his thumb into your inflamed skin. He nudged it back and forth, jostling the microchip around.

“There.” You said, no humanity or warmth to your tone. Purely indicative facts. “It’s moving.” And a simple question. “Do you feel that?”

Lalo pulled his thumb away and sighed. “Honey, I don’t feel anything moving. It just feels like a normal bruise to me.” He hugged you close and gave you a tender kiss, just above your ear. “Maybe… Maybe just give it a few days for the swelling to go down? If it’s still bothering you in a few days, we can call Dr. Cruz to look at it.” He caressed your shoulder. “You’ll be okay. I wouldn’t worry about it, baby…”

“Okay…” You sighed. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just swelling. Maybe it was just a normal tetanus shot. Maybe the stick you thought you felt was just your latent regret manifesting into somatic delusions. Maybe your body was trying to trick you. Maybe it couldn’t accept how lucky you were, and it was trying to give you a reason to doubt this whole arrangement.

Or, maybe there really was a microchip in your arm.

You tried not to think about it. You didn’t have to try very hard. The weed made it easy to forget.

And besides, Lalo’s touch was giving you plenty to focus on.

“You smell so nice, puppy…” He dotted kisses along your now accessible neck. “I was hoping you’d come out here… Share this blunt with me…” He snuck his hands up your shirt and pinched your nipples. “It’s such a great body high, isn’t it?”

“Yeahhh…” You mewed softly as he rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“You want more?”

“Mhm…”

“More what?” Another kiss was planted on your neck. “More of the blunt, or more of me?”

“...B-Both.”

“Both? Aww, haha… So needy…” Lalo slid one of his hands out of your shirt to grab the blunt and the lighter for you. When he gave them to you, he said, “My kinda man…”

Your clumsy fingers fiddled with the lighter, taking a few tries to get a good burn going. When you had it, you inhaled it, and Lalo started sucking marks into your neck. You choked on a moan and coughed out smoke. “Ahck! *cough* *cough* Oh… oh, fuuuck…”

“You’re okay, puppy. You’re okay.” He took the blunt from you. You whined, but he shut that down quickly. “No, no. You can have it back in a second. Take your clothes off first.”

You panted and nodded, trying to translate his direction into action. “Ah… Okay… okay…” He helped you tug your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Now, you just had your pajama shorts.

“Can you stand up?”

“I… I think so… Lemme…”

Considering that you stumbled the second your feet touched the patio tile, no you could not. Thankfully, Lalo was there to catch you.

“I gotcha, I gotcha.” He held you up by your waist and slid your shorts down to your ankles, and you stepped out of them with his guidance. “Good boy.” He kissed you again on your temple as he undid his belt. “You wanna ride me?”

And here you were again, a warm, fuzzy, happy, high, dumb little puppy. No need for thoughts. No need for words. Just instinct. Just do what you feel. And right now, you felt like that was the best fucking idea anyone had ever come up with. Your stupid little doggybrain responded with “Uh huh…”

“Good boy…” You heard the telltale sound of denim bunching up as Lalo tugged his jeans down below his cock. He quickly stroked himself up with one hand, keeping you steady with the other. “I’m gonna sit down. Then you get on my lap with your back to me, just like before, okay?”

“Okayyy…”

Lalo took his seat and spread his legs. “That’s a good doggy.”

Without looking behind you, you backed yourself up into his lap, holding your lips open to find him. Eventually, his tip poked your hole. Jackpot. And with that, you sunk down, letting him fill you to the brim. “Ohhh, oh my gahh-ah!”

He held you in place, shushing you and talking you through it. “Shh, shh shh shh, take it. Take it. Take it.”

And you did, you took it so well. He bottomed out, and you babbled, “Mmmm, iss so deeeep…”

“I know, right? You’re so tight, baby boy. You always are.” He grabbed the blunt, lit it, and hit it as you purred nonsensically, squeaking when his cock would throb and send a pulse through your whole body.

“Mmm… ah! Ngh…”

“Take your time, puppy. I’ll follow your lead.” He put the blunt between your fingers and kissed your hand. “You’re in control.”

What? You’re in control? Since when? Wasn’t the whole point of this arrangement that you were not in control? Oh well, you weren’t one to squander an opportunity like this. You took a puff for courage and held it between your teeth. With all the strength you could muster, you gripped the sides of the lounge chair, hoisted yourself up, and then slammed back down. You did it again, and again, establishing a rough, relentless pace. You were gonna take him for a ride.

And although you were in control this time, you were still the whiny little bitch you always were, especially when Lalo grabbed your hips and began guiding your movements. You took the blunt out of your mouth to let your moans . “Mm! Ah! Ah, gah! Oh my g-god! F-Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me-e-e!”

Lalo growled some words of encouragement. “Goooood boy. Oh, you’re doing so good. C’mon. Just like that.”

Having a flashback to the night before, you remembered what you were supposed to call him at times like this: his title.“Ohhh, Don Eduardooo-oh!”

“No, no. Just Lalo. Just Lalo. You’re not-ngh…” He grunted. “You’re not working, baby. Just call me Lalo.”

You were grateful for that. It was certainly easier to say over and over again. It rolled off your tongue so nicely, though the rest of your words were starting to slur. “Lalo! Lalo! Lalo! Ohhh, fuuuck, La-lo… I’m… I’m’onna cuuum… I’m’onna cum, Lalooo…”

Lalo nuzzled his face into your neck, humming and kissing your bare skin as he pleased. “Mmmm, that’s okay, puppy. Go ahead. You can cum.”

Now more motivated and more riled up than you had ever been before, you frantically bounced on his cock, determined to find and feel your release.

“Yesyesyesyes, fuck! Fuck!!!”

You squirted hard enough to push him out of you, completely drenching both your laps and even seeping through the lounge chair. A noticeable puddle had formed on the tile below you, but neither of you cared.

Well, neither of you cared about that, at least. Lalo had other concerns. “Aww, you kickin’ me out, baby?” He asked teasingly as he lined his cock up with your unacceptably empty cunt. “That’s not nice.”

You started to apologize, but the words got caught in your throat as he sunk you back down onto his shaft. “I’m s-sorry… I’m so-ohhh, fuuuu-ah, y-yesss…”

“Shh, sh, sh, don’t worry. Oh, there we go...” He grabbed your hips and stroked his cock with your person, now chasing his own climax. “You’re being so good for me, baby…”

“Mmm, thank youuu…” You whined.

“I’m-mm, I’m getting close, baby boy. Hah… ah… You want it inside? All nice and warm for you, yeah? You want me to fill you up?”

“Y-Yeeeah, f-fucking fill me uuup… fuuuck…”

“Okay, baby. I got you. I’ll fill you up.” Digging his nails into your handlebar hips, Lalo huffed and gasped as he thrust up into you. His balls slapped against your t-dick, making you scream as his hips moved faster, rougher, meaner, until they went still. He let out a primal groan and slid his arms up to your chest, pressing your body to his as he unloaded inside, rambling some sweet nonsense in his native tongue. “Mmm, buen chico… Qué buen chico… Mi chiquito lindooo… (Mmm, good boy... What a good boy… My little boy’s so cuuute…)”

It was serene. Peaceful. The most gorgeous night one could ask for. The fire pit was crackling. The crickets were chirping. The cum inside you was warm and fulfilling. It was honestly breathtaking. Sure, some strong weed and an even stronger orgasm could make any night seem beautiful, but no matter. It was beautiful nonetheless. A perfect end to your first full day. And if every day were to end like this, you’d be more than happy to keep them coming.

You both panted heavily as you gazed up at the stars in reverie, high out of your minds. It felt like eons before one of you broke the silence, and it wasn’t you.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

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