#audy is LOYAL to him even

[guccigarantine]

relistening to the chime prequel ep 2 and I have to say again that i love audy being friends with the sexy robot guy

[amymbona]

priest!patrick corrupting reader and her wanting to be corrupted liking the thrill of it all please

But he doesn't even mean to :( He's just being friendly, a bit unconventional, yeah, but he never does anything out right bad. He doesn't even touch you in any weird ways, at least not yet.

All Patrick does is talk to you when you decide to ditch the market, letting your siblings sell the vintage looking goods and dishes your family makes. He sits next to you on one of the church benches and listens to you rant about the annoying grandmas who seem to be tracking each and every step of the local young ladies. Soon, these little meetings turn into personal gossip sessions, filled with mutual sense of understanding but also something deeply forbidden.

Some days, you're with Patrick until the late evening, watching him perform his little rituals which consist of walking around the perimeter of the church, lighting every candle, caressing every little crucifix and straightening all the paintings on the wall. He looks extremely professional, extremely devoted to God and you can't help but wish you understood the lord's existence as deeply as he does. Perhaps that could allow for the two of you to get even closer.

You should go, he tells you when the sun is setting, and then calls you dear od darling which makes it harder for you to leave. Eventually you have to, though, and at home you get spanked for returning after the set curfew. But your sore ass is worth every minute spent with Patrick.

He shows up in your dreams that night, and the following one, and the night after that as well. Something bordering between the thrill of doing what you shouldn't and the lust over a man so unique begins filling your girlish mind. You've never dated before, never spoken to a man in such a way, as your parents believe you should marry one of their family friends' sons. Safe to say you're against that.

"What were you doing before this?" you ask Patrick the next day, again perched up on one of the benches.

Patrick is standing by the confession booth, buttoning up the white collar of his uniform. "Nothing your pretty ears should hear."

You roll your eyes but your heart flutters at his choice of words. You mutter his name - he allowed you to call him that, not father, which he said he doesn't find fitting, considering your two ages - and get up, slowly moving towards him. "I bet it's not worse than what the gossip says."

He chuckles, finally offering you one of his signature smiles. "Some little thefts, lots of weed and even more sex. And a few tattoos on top."

A sharp gasp escapes your pink painted lips at his confession, the irony of the situation failing to hit you, that in a few minutes, he shall be the one hearing out people's sins. And yet there he stands, in his dark cloak, with his curls nicely combed, and tells you how much of an asshole man he used to be before he got on the right path. You realise that the really is - used to be - everything you parents have warned you about. But now, he isn't any of that, is he? He's God's most loyal servant, the embodiment of everything good.

"You have more?" completely ignoring the previous statements, already imagining where else might his skin be ink coloured.

Patrick sighs, taking one of your hands in his tenderly. He runs a thumb over your knuckles, his head tilting to the sight in that pity resembling gesture. "You should go. The confession is about to begin."

So you leave, not wanting to bump into your insanely religious neighbour who doesn't miss a single confession time and would absolutely tell your parents if she saw you in the young priest's presence.

Patrick ignores you completely on Sunday, not sparing you a single glance. He seems more strained and a bit more professional, standing with his back completely straight. You rub your thighs together, your whole body itching, as you hope to catch his gaze. Nothing. He just speaks, speaks and speaks without drawing any differences between his audience.

So the next time Patrick is hidden on the other side of the confessional, you enter the little space - after checking you are the last one and nobody else should come after you - and assume your position on the knees.

"What sins do you have to confess?" he asks in that smoothly calming voice of his, still haven't seen your face through the thick curtain.

You brace your hands on the parapet separating the two tiny booths, feeling the warmth of his presence through the thick velvet curtain. "I want to get a tattoo."

The curtain is pulled to the side harshly, and you're met with Patrick's contorted face, his eyes boring into you as hot as fire. The ornamented oak construction casts shadows over his handsome face, hiding every single one of his emotions.

"No you don't," he protests. You can't. He knows that if you painted something permanent on your virgin body, your catholic family would send you into the scorching pits of hell, and not even he would be capable of saving you. Even something so mundane as a little ink painting would make you the most devilish human of this place. He can't allow that.

"I do," you bite back in a protest, brows furrowing. "And I will."

As you scramble out of the confessional, Patrick immediately follows, wrapping a big hand around your arm and yanking you back towards him. "You are not doing that to yourself."

You scoff. As if he could ever tell you what you are or aren't allowed to do. "Why? Who's gonna stop me? You? God?"

"You're so stupid," he hisses, grabbing both of your shoulders and digging his long fingers into your untouched flesh. Even the small gasp he draws from your lips is enough to tell you'd be crying one the thick needle would pierce your skin. And that would be the least of ache you'd feel. "Just go home. Sit with your parents and talk about your day. Forget about this."

With an expression mixed of determination and irritated frown, you pull away from Patrick. Like hell you'll do that.

[scuderia-hamilton]

my favourite brand of Carlos fans are the ones who post shit like "he was cast aside" "they didn't appreciate him & he was so loyal" "he gave everything to the team" and then proceed to quote 'You're On Your Own, Kid' by Taylor Swift 💀 when in reality all that happened was, his contract wasn't renewed and they even told him a year in advance, not every team does that. he was never alone btw, he's literally a nepo baby. and he's gonna be fine, he'll most definitely go to Audi, why do you act like he got banned from racing or something?? seriously get a grip omg. or the ones saying that he's gonna stop being a team player now. tell me when he started, cause i must've missed that part. he's still racing for Ferrari, he either follows orders or they put Schwartzman in the car. it's not rocket science. y'all put this made up image of this man on such a high pedestal it's concerning. he doesn't need to be protected, he's a 30 year old grown man. Ferrari's PR team made up this image of him and Charles being besties, when they're colleagues AT BEST. you being this attached to a made up friendship is an entirely you problem. this is still a sport, not a TV show or a boyband. drivers will change teams, this is how it works. and he's arguably, not a horrible driver, but some of you act like replacing him with THE Lewis Hamilton, the best driver of all time, is a downgrade. be fucking for real right now. y'all can talk when he has as many wins as Lewis has championships. or saying that they should've kept him instead of Charles, when Charles outperformed him (again) even though he was the only non-rbr driver to win a GP last season. Charles, despite that, still finished higher than him. i stayed silent for a long time, but the shit some of you are saying, is honestly disgusting. stop making up this false narrative that some of you are delusional enough to believe in. you don't have to be happy about the switch, but be decent about it. i draw the line at calling Lewis racial slurs and joking about Charles' family. you don't have to like them, but at least be respectful, even in your haterism. i can scroll past posts that criticize Lewis or Charles, but not when i see some of you doing shit like that. find some shame.

[thearchercore]

I’m currently going down a social media rabbit hole, trying to see the difference between both Carlos’ and Charles’ , because let’s be real, after a few posts, you could see the difference and the narratives they both are going for.

Carlos is going for the “I’m loyal to Ferrari” Narrative, with him sticking to the red and the Ferrari merch in training, in Dakkar when he was supporting his dad (who by the way, is a RED BULL Rally Driver to this day!!). He is going for Charles’ approach last year, where everything in his socials is Ferrari, is curated and is very much according to the Ferrari politics and how they post.

Then there’s Charles, who is going for the silly, relaxed and relatable approach in his socials, and as mentioned a lot by you, he’s kind of working on detaching himself from the Ferrari narrative and the whole “Charles Leclerc the Ferrari driver”.

In a way, they are each working on their agendas, Charles could be working towards that exit or towards pressuring Ferrari that “Right, I’m starting to detach myself from you, and if you don’t wake up, I’m out next year, and I have teams who would definitely take me in” and Carlos who is showing Ferrari “I’m your man, I’m loyal, I’m not complaining, I’m doing what you want, content with your sponsors? Check. Always repping Ferrari even when I’m rooting for Red Bull in Rally which you guys aren’t a part of? Check. Looking the way you want me to be in my socials, that pristine Ferrari F1 driver? Check”. As if he’s trying to convince them to give him the contract and to put their trust in him, make him their number 1.

And let’s be real, with everything going in with contracts and the politics of it, with Fred who wanted the contracts to be signed and announced BY CHRISTMAS OR THE NEW YEAR, and now we’re almost done with January, the narrative both drivers are putting out through their socials, with both of them knowing its power and how to use it properly, I would say that Ferrari is most likely in a dilemma that no team would want rn

yeah! tbh, carlos never really went the extra mile for any other side quests on social aside from racing (the netflix cup event the only recent one that comes to mind.)

the way charles and carlos approach social media is wildly different. but you're right, the way they present themselves definitely reflects the current state of their negotiations with ferrari.

carlos - presents himself only as a ferrari driver on social media. there were news that his contract negotiations faced new obstacles again this week, and his dad again complimented the upcoming audi f1 team:

| Carlos Sainz Sr. reveals he's discussed Audi's F1 entry with Sainz Jr. "I know how seriously they take every project."

at this point it's a pattern that has been repeated a few times. carlos is a very realistic option for audi (that launches in f1 in 2026) -- so his goal is to rn renew with ferrari for at least the 2025 season, and then has audi as an another option.

while carlos uses his family's prominance, charles has more personal sponsors and social engagement. he's using that to negotiate on his end a better contract for himself.

the ferrari contract is known to be quite restrictive, they have puma as their clothing brand so charles was banned to launch his own clothing brand CLACE (which he recently started wearing again). the ferrari contract in general is built around the fact that ferrari doesn't want to have a driver bigger than themselves, ferrari always comes first.

so it's interesting to see their different approach in it and i'm interested to see how the contracts negotiation turn out and when we get the announcements

[formulaocean]

Something about Nico Rosberg’s commentary always scratches at my brain because genuinely he just says smart yet deranged things with no filter and sometimes it’s annoying but what he says actually makes sense race wise and he’s generally correct if full of sass.

But specifically today it’s got me thinking a lot about the Ferrari lineup current and future. Yes it made sense to go with Charles over Carlos in terms of longevity- you’re not going to throw away a driver whose incredibly loyal to the team and been with them since academy days for one whose camp was repeatedly talking about Audi when they’re pretty evenly matched skill wise currently.

But today Carlos was making hard moves that reminded Nico of his time at Mercedes. Monza 2023 was similar hard racing especially from Carlos and the difference between Silverstone 2022 and Singapore 2023 never really sat right with me. It’s not just Carlos showing his individual worth to get a seat he has consistently raced his teammate to the limit and they know that it is Charles not Carlos who will listen to team orders and not fight when necessary for the better result for the team. “They’re going to sacrifice Leclerc” with Charles agreeing to drop back and slow the pack down and subsequently losing 2 positions vs not pitting because “Carlos will defend” before immediately overtaking, very much costing him the win, is a pretty brutal comparison.

With Lewis Hamilton coming in very much on a campaign to get his 8th if the gap from Ferrari to Red Bull continues to close next year, yes Charles very much wants his first too, it is very easy to see that Ferrari wants to maximize every point it can take away from Red Bull and wants respectful racing between teammates for a better WCC if at all possible. And for all Carlos’s skill he is a far higher risk in that regard.

Anyway just hope that there’s no quali issues today to put the Ferrari boys in a position where even light team orders come into play- they need time to come down and not let any resentment get in the way after that sprint. Not under any illusions that Charlos are very close at all but no one who even slightly supports Ferrari wants a messy season between them 😬

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 41

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

When Jungkook first told her he was going to die, she was shocked. By his words, and the way he was saying them so calmly, while knowing exactly what he meant. How was he able to tell her he was going to die in a matter of days, and expecting her to just accept it. He had no other way though. Having so many people after him limited his moves widely. The police were watching him, his father was also able to grasp every move he made. If he wanted to be able to act freely, he needed to erase himself from the map.

He had the idea, but he didn't really know how to do it. But seeing Yejun that night made his brain work fast.

After sending one of his man to follow him that night, not only did he found out Yejun walked inside the club he wanted to kill his father in, he later went to Pedro's club while being escorted by Alex -one of the bodyguards that had been looking after Y/n until Jungkook got to Spain. He could understand one of his men, who also had a tight relationship with Jungho, was planning on backstabbing him, but two of them?

Jungkook knew what his father was planning. But he was too twisted to do it himself, and a bigger perfectionist to call a random killer on them. That was why Yejun was there. Ever since Jungho adopted him, he had been trained to move silently in the shadows, coming up with unnoticed ways to kill those that were on his list, leaving no trace of him or Jungho.

He didn't know what was the way he'd die, until one of Jimin's men warned him he was prowling around the car that he drove there. He didn't tell Y/n though. He just thought it was better if she didn't fully know the plan, so her reaction would be more natural.

That way she'd be safe.

Sending Alex off to trap Yejun was also meticulously thought. Jungkook knew he was a rat, that'd sell him even if they were on the same boat. Someone who wasn't able to be loyal to one side or the other wasn't useful.

And apparently it was the same for his father and Yejun, because Alex seemed unaware of the bomb that was under the car when Jungkook convinced him to drive because he was too tired to do it.

The car bomb was loud enough to get some people's attention, but Jungkook also placed himself in some strategic place so it wouldn't go unnoticed. The hysteria from the people around it would force the police to investigate.

Three bodies. One of a man that was working with him, another one that was spotted in his surroundings a few times the previous night, and the last one of his own son?

Although, the third body wasn't his.

Jungkook made sure one of the bodyguards that were in the club when he aimed the gun at his father, especially the guy that gave him the one with no bullets to trick him, was the one ending up in the truck of the black Audi. Jungkook made sure that all his teeth were removed, to strategically place two of his molars inside his mouth.

So officially, it was Alex, Yejun, and Jungkook in that car.

Before Alex was able to turn the key in the contact, Jungkook opened his door and left, burning his left arm when he was caught by some of the flames that were caused by the explosion.

Although, what hurted him the most was not being able to communicate with Y/n for three weeks, only letting her know he was alright through Jimin. He knew it'd be tough for her, too. Going under all that scrutiny by herself, going through the funeral, and then being closed inside a room to have her sharing everything she knew about Jungho and Jungkook for the investigation that would start.

And she was also a hidden piece in his plan.

She sowed the final doubt on Jungho, after mentioning the bad relationship he had with his son after he started dating her. And how all of that created tensions regarding the hotels and the restaurants, giving the final piece to mention how she spotted the old man around Pedro's establishment when she also worked there.

Walking to him, Y/n wanted to hug him, hide her face in his chest and never move from his side again. But she first threw a punch at his stomach, making him flinch and force his body to bend over to hide the place she had hit.

—What was that for?

—Do you have any idea how worried I was? —she reproached him— You should've kept Jimin more updated on the state you were in.

—And you think punching me now is the best choice?

—Yes —she simply answered—. Of course. I'm the one inflicting the pain, so it's valid.

Finally standing straight again, his lips curved, allowing a glimpse of his front teeth. Y/n imitated him, leaving aside her sassy expression to smile wide, throwing herself at him and surrounding his neck with her arms. Jungkook's eyes instantly closed with the smell of her hair, and the warmth of her body against his.

He had spent nights thinking of that moment. And it was finally there.

—I've missed you so much —she whispered, locking her fingers in the locks of his hair, which was slightly longer.

—I've missed you, too —he kissed her temple, squeezing her tight in his arms.

It didn't matter what was going on from that tiny door and onwards, the only thing that mattered to them in that moment was each other, holding tight to their bodies as if they had been years without being able to do it. Y/n only thought about breaking that moment to hold Jungkook's jaw and link their lips together in a desperate and needy kiss that she hoped would never end.

He rested his forehead against hers, being forced to break the kiss when they were both struggling to get air. Her hands moved slowly from his neck to his waist, while his moved from her lower back to her cheeks, closing his eyes and rubbing his nose against hers.

—We're closer to the end, doll —he whispered—. It'll be over soon.

Finding her weak spot being attacked by those words, Y/n was only able to wrap her arms around his body, hugging him again to hide her face in his chest, comforted by the way his fingers hid in the locks on her nape to caress her scalp gently.

—The ball is on your roof now though —he whispered.

Y/n knew that. Jungkook had planned it all in advance, before he erased himself from existence. He was handing her a huge responsibility that she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle, even if he was going to help her from afar. It was way too difficult.

—Will anyone take me seriously without speaking Korean though? —she raised her eyebrow.

In the months she spent in Seoul, she barely had any contact with the language, except for the times she overheard Jungkook speaking, or when she spent that time at Sanhyuk's house. But it was far from the level of being able to understand a native speaker, or keeping a conversation properly.

—Namjoon will be glued to you —he assured her—. He'll help you out whenever you need, and will translate for you —frowning his eyebrows, his head tilted to the side to take a good look at her face—. And you'll have me in your in-ear, too.

The grip of her hand on the cotton fabric of his black t-shirt made him aware of her nervousness. She was going to be sent to deal with some business she had never been in charge of before, and she'd also have to face Jungho for it.

—Babe, you're taking my place from now on —his thumb rubbed on her cheek in circles—. I need you to secure Bangtan's stability. My father thinks everything will go back to normal now that I'm dead, because he doesn't think you'll get in our business. What he doesn't know is that everything that's mine is instantly yours.

—That's said after you've put a ring on my finger.

—After we're done with this, I'm putting that ring on you. You can be sure of that —he smirked, digging his digits on the back pockets of her jeans—. Seems like some of my men need a reminder of who you belong to even if I'm dead.

✸ ✸ ✸

Her heels made a clicking sound on the stone floor, walking next to Namjoon and trying to keep up with his long steps. Not only were those shoes making it difficult for her, ending up dragging the heel every few seconds, but her anxiety was reaching a whole new level as she saw the brown door with golden decoration closer to them.

She had been in that office several times, but not in the same way she was about to. Whenever Jungkook took her to the hotel, Y/n always ended up sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs, or walking around the office, bored, because there was nothing to do there. It was always unserious, not interested enough in what went down inside to pay attention to anything that happened.

But it wasn't her situation anymore.

Namjoon rubbed her back, moving his palm from the middle of her back to her shoulder blade to comfort her. He could've taken Jungkook's position, and he would have under Jungkook's conditions -if it weren't for the fact that all his parents signed an agreement in which it was stated it would always be the seven of them. Having one of them missing, would force his father to instantly take Jungkook's spot, even if it was his petition to have any of the other six members taking control of the family.

Those rules were already written, and there was no way of changing them.

—Babe, it'll be alright —she heard through her in-ear—. I'm right here with you.

There was no intention in being polite. At the end of the day, legally that whole building belonged to her, the second Jungkook signed on the papers his lawyer settled in front of him. It didn't matter who was already inside, or what his thoughts were, because she had full control and her last decision was what counted.

Jungho smirked when the door opened, holding back his words when he saw Y/n walking behind Namjoon, stepping to the thick desk to confront him.

—It's good manners to knock on a door before walking inside —he ironically said, looking at Namjoon first—. Didn't your father teach you that?

—They also say it's good manners to know your place —he replied, poking his hands inside the pockets of his slacks—. But here you are.

It wasn't like the mention of his father caused anything in him. He had lost contact with him the second he retired -just like it happened with most of the members' parents. It was like, after doing what they had to do and covering the only thing that mattered to them, their sons turned into complete strangers for them.

—I know my place —he patted the desk—. And this is it. The unfortunate death of my son gave me back my position here, so careful in the way you spill your tongue.

Y/n twisted her mouth, disgusted by his attitude and the way he took Jungkook's place so easily. She would've liked to allow herself to be surprised at him being able to fly outside of Spain after being involved in a homicide -even before her, who was only a relative to one of the victims-, but considering the way she had always known most of the big cops in Mallorca worked for Pedro, she didn't even flinch at the idea.

—Actually...

Forcing herself to speak, she made the heads of the four men in the office turn to her, waiting for the comment she was about to make.

—The death of your son left you back to what you are: nothing —she took one step closer to the desk—. Do you have any papers that back up that statement? —she asked, tilting her head— Because I do.

Raising her hand to Namjoon's direction, she felt the light weight of the file in her hand, with the copy of Jungkook's last wishes. Holding back her smirk, but still feeling her lips curving slightly, she threw the papers over the desk.

—Jungkook always had a good instinct, so he was well aware you'd try something against him —Y/n commented—. He made sure there was nothing left for you before you killed him —her jaw was hurting by how it automatically clenched with those words.

—This has to be a joke —he scoffed, throwing the papers away.

—I suggest you and your monkeys leave before I feel forced to call the security —she warned him—. You have no business in my office. And I don't want your ass in my seat.

Jungho kept a harsh gaze for a long minute, thinking she'd feel intimidated and she'd let him get away with what he wanted. She had dealt with Jungkook at the worst of his anger. For sure that old man wouldn't make her step back and leave.

—Hold back that threat you're about to throw —she spoke first, when she saw the way his expression darkened as he stood up—. I'm not scared of you. And I promise you will pay for what you did to Jungkook.

After huffing, looking at Y/n up and down, he simply walked away with his two men, slamming the door as he made his way out.

Namjoon shared a proud smile with her, surprised by how fast she reacted under Jungho's provocations, before she motioned her to the wide leather rolling chair. She walked slowly, placing herself in the middle of the desk as she moved the skirt of her dress further down before she finally sat on Jungkook's chair.

—Welcome home, boss —Jungkook jokes through the in-ear—. Also, I think I got hard just by hearing you speak.

Namjoon saw her giggling. And judging by how tense the environment was still in the office, he assumed her laugh wasn't caused by nothing that was going on there. And he for sure didn't want to know what Jungkook had said through the in-ear either.  

Taglist: @kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc @amy2006jones @allamericanuniverse @00frenchfries00 @massivelyfullenthusiast

[meadowlarksabove]

Peeling fruit for - @caesaremvehis

There were fresh fruits placed on the table. Another perplexing sign of luxury decorating a space which had only yesterday been used as their war room. With them were pitchers of water, a modest assortment of wines, and trays of meat which disguised the smell of fire and metalwork with different aromas of levity. The maps which they had used the night before had also been rolled out of the way to make room for a tapestry of Mother Ceres, and another of Mars. 

Caesar had sat at the head of the table, naturally, just at the foot of his divine Father. But after an hour or so of enjoying the festivities had to excuse himself on some official business. Another headache most likely, though no one dared think it, and desperate to keep their thoughts elsewhere, his officials decided to mask the absence with a quick exchange of seats. At which point, Vulpes moved to lead the front, taking Gabban with him beneath the red god. 

Conversation resumed after that, with little comment on the war, but of different recollections of home instead. Some from the southern rim, others closer to New Mexico, and all of them shared their first impressions of the growing city of Flagstaff with varying levels of praise. 

It seemed to Gabban, then peeling the fruits for his princeps, that their sycophancy was more pronounced than usual, exaggerated to an absurd degree. Even without their Caesar present, the imposition of an implied authority was still at play, and moved them like mongrels dressed with civility. Sniffling, whining, and pawing at a master that wasn't even there anymore. A kind of ridiculous servility which must have long distorted the men of their memories into the beasts of burden sitting at present. Himself included. 

No amount of learned politeness, however, could have disguised the predator tick of their heads as the doors swung open and all of them snapped at attention. Nor could Vulpes hide his displeasure at recognizing the young Legate and the arrival of their loyal men. The seating arrangements would have to change once more, but the fox, either annoyed or put off from the celebration with this interruption, decided it was best to leave in that instance. Better to abscond than admit weakness. Gabban began to stand until he felt the hand of his master on his shoulder. 

Sede et audi. 

They shared a brief glance, and he moved no more. Instead, he readjusted himself in his chair and waited for the rest of the men around him to take their places. Gabban had the useful, and awkward, advantage of ranking higher than the added troops and lower than the young official now forced to his left. For this reason, he was being used as a convenient spy by his dominus. He’d thought of refusing them, or of persuading Vulpes of some other scheme. But the conspiracies played between flanking authorities were not his to criticize, only obey. 

The Legate settled down, and discussion resumed despite the obvious tensions felt among the soldiers. Though with time, and with wine, that would soon be forgotten. Gabban for his part took to peeling the fruit once more, now placing them neatly on the plate of the new lead of their party.

[rubydracogirl]

UM SO... 

Been seeing a lot of muzzled skeletons on my dash and it reminded me of this really old idea I had for a fic, like, four years ago.

No clue if I’ll ever actually get around to creating for it, but here, have this rough drabble I wrote for it. 

The premise is basically that Mages have taken over the Undertale Multiverse, and Monsters have become enslaved. Outcode Skeletons are the most desired and the most powerful go to the highest (and craziest) bidder.

Reader’s intentions are ambiguous. 

The genre for this would be dark/horror.

Nothing explicit happens under the cut. I’d rate this T probably, for the darker setting.

This place was strange. But you supposed anything to do with an interdimensional slave trade would be.

Everyone here at the auction were dressed in rich clothes, graceful masks hiding their identity, though it was less about protecting their reputation and more about ritual.

Slavery had been a taboo for so long, after all…

As it was, the auditorium began to darken and you adjusted the mask over your face as your scalp itched with sweat and anticipation.

The only light was cast against a metallic stage, encased by a magical barrier. Whoever stepped out from the side of the stage would be unable to escape the view of the audience.

The air was heavy with murmurs and suddenly, you could hear the dark tones of the Auctioneer.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I direct your attention to the stage. The main event is about to begin.”

A hush settled over the crowd, an unspoken eagerness tangling with the tension.

You could hear a strange clacking, echoing through the room, and the rattle of chains.

Movement from the right side of the stage caught your attention, and the first monster to appear stepped into the light.

Your heart hammered in your chest at the sight of the near-nude skeleton. He was tall and barrel-chested, his dignity protected by a pair of loose pants that clung to his pelvis. His only other adornment was the collar that looped around his neck and wove down his collarbone. The chains threaded through his ribs and attached at his wrists. You could see that there was a thick wiring that wove through his radius and ulna, keeping both his forearms tightly knit together. A light cerulean flush highlighted every scar and every pale crack in his bones and as he glanced out towards the audience, the defiance in his gaze burned like a brutal summer sky.

“Coming from the lost pages of Swapverse, we have Soldier. Faithful and loyal, you can use this one to guard anything you hold dear… And he’ll do it without a second thought.”

Your eyes followed the barefoot steps of the shackled Soldier skeleton, and you could swear, that as he glanced over his shoulder, his burning gaze met yours.

‘There’s no way he can actually see me... right?’ your discomfort prickled along your shoulders. You quickly brushed it off.

A few moments later, there was another rattle of chains and clacking of bare bones against the ground.

The next skeleton was smaller than the Soldier. What immediately caught your attention were the intricate black tattoos that wrapped around each pure white bone of the monster. His skull was mostly unmarked except for a messy splash mark on the right side of his cheek. 

His posture was hunched over which made him seem even shorter than the previous skeleton, but as you gazed at him, he suddenly turned right towards you. 

Your unease squeezed at you. 

His expression was empty and his sockets housed dull, hazy eyelights.

You turned your gaze away, a feeling of shame winding through you as the Auctioneer spoke with velvet tones.

“Here we have the first true Outcode. May I present to you the Artist. He has forgotten his own name, but he has a creative streak which you’ll be sure to find charming. His magic is unpredictable, but where’s the fun in a mundane servant?”

The Artist’s steps hesitated, and he paused, sweeping his gaze across the audience. Chills went down your spine. You felt sure he couldn’t see the audience. The room was far too darkened for that… and yet, he held all the confidence of someone who could see into the future.

Suddenly, his frame jerked, and his expression twisted with agony. He turned and kept walking and your heart bled as he left behind dark footprints, an ink-like substance dripping down his frame.

What did they do to him?

As the Artist walked off the stage, silence reigned once more. 

There was a low hum, a brass-toned voice that struck the silence fearlessly and it sent goosebumps riding down your arms and over your shoulders.

Slowly, the third monster strode into the light.

Golden and amber tones flushed along his bones, and he seemed to shimmer like the sun.

His pace was measured, but you didn’t get the impression that he was tired. No, his posture was straight, his scapula rigid and his demeanor… 

Unlike the two before him, he didn’t look out into the audience. He kept his gaze straight ahead as though there was some unspoken goal he was walking towards.

“This regal Outcode is called the Emperor, and we assure you, your dreams will never be the same with this monster in your household. A word of caution, however,-” The Auctioneer’s voice gave a husky chuckle. “-If you remove his collar, it might be the last thing you ever do of your own free will.”

‘What an ironic moniker,’ you thought to yourself, and yet, it was completely fitting. The collar and chains couldn’t hide his noble bearing.

The Emperor continued to walk across the stage, his bare feet keeping a rhythm with his soft humming.

The melody was soothing, and you almost wanted to fall asleep.

The voice of the Auctioneer broke in, and you felt a sudden chill at the next words.

“We thank you for your participation in this auction thus far, ladies and gentlemen. We now ask that you remain seated for these next monsters. They come with many risks...”

The air had changed.

Silence was paramount as though every person in the stadium was holding their breath. A chill swept over you when you heard the heavy tread of an unmistakable predator.

A low growl erupted and echoed through the room.

The muted rattle of heavy chains broke your trance, and a gaunt, cadaverous monster lurched onto the stage. Besides his obvious manic gait, you noticed how much thicker the chains were that bound his wrists to his body, and the thick shackles that strangled his ankles... the muzzle strapped over his jaws glistened with darkly tinted saliva... 

You swallowed harshly at the disjointed way in which he walked. It was like… he was sedated.

“If the thrill of the hunt is what you crave, this monster will fulfill every primordial desire in your dark heart. I give you the Carnivore. His keen sense of smell and craving for blood will aid you in chasing down your prey.”

The monster suddenly snapped his cyclopean gaze towards the audience, and your heart leaped into your throat as he broke into a run… right for the edge of the stage.

There was a collective noise of dismay among the crowd and you almost leapt from your seat, before the monster was instantly thrown to the ground, convulsing and roaring in pain.

His sockets and teeth were leaking with darkness, and a hollow pain settled in your chest when he gave a keening whine of agony.

Struggling back to his feet, he staggered and his single, ruby orb blew wide in his socket as he gave a lidded stare before turning, stalking heavily off the stage. 

A low chuckle suddenly rasped through the air, and you felt your stomach drop as the chuckle escalated into a manic laugh.

The laughter was cut off suddenly, and you swallowed harshly, disturbed.

There was no sound to announce the next monster.

He moved far too quietly. His bare feet made no sound, and you were chilled to find that, had the room been completely dark, you never would have known he was there.

His sockets were completely empty, and his teeth were pulled into a tight, straining smile. There were dark tear stains leaking down his zygomatic bones, giving you the impression that he'd been weeping, contradicting the grin that stretched his skull.

A glimmer of red shimmered inside his ribcage.

“For those of you who lust for the blood of others, this one will serve as your Eager Assassin. He craves the snuffing of life above all else. Release him upon your secret nemesis. They will never see or even hear him approach.”

Without a sound or a look, the skeleton crossed the stage and you felt cold all over.

The chill only grew worse when you heard the sound of wheels.

“For your immediate safety, these next skeletons have been completely restrained. If you wish to take a closer inspection, there will be an opportunity for you to examine them in the restricted habitats that have been created for them.”

The sounds of wheels turning grew louder, until you saw the motorized board that rolled onto the stage, before turning to present the monster that was strapped there, his mouth muzzled and his every bone anchored against the platform that he was strapped against. His arms were tightly restrained with a magic-infused straight jacket that gave off a sinister glimmer.

His sockets gleamed metallic red, but his left eyelight held a sapphire core within the ruby light that glittered with noxious fumes.

His shoulders were shaking, and at first, you thought that he was crying… but then the noise that sputtered from behind his muzzle revealed that he was laughing.

“This one’s a little unhinged, but don’t be fooled,” The Auctioneer gave a smug chuckle. “The Maniac dominated his timeline from sheer violence and cunning. He is not to be taken lightly.”

The noise of the skeleton’s laughter grew in volume, and you could see the restrained magic of his pupils shrink. The glee of his expression was terrifying to behold. Not only that…. But you thought that you could the vaguest outline of something flitting about the manic skeleton’s head. It looked like a tattered red scarf.

You didn’t have time to try to look closer, because the platform turned and rolled the still chortling skeleton off the stage. His unsettling giggles were swallowed with the sound of grave contemplation.

“For the last and final specimen, we give you the brother of the Emperor; The Midnight King.”

The sound of whirring took your attention by storm, and you could see the floor of the stage opening up. Instead of the monster being paraded across the stage, a secondary platform rose from beneath the stage. Anchored against the platform was a throne-like chair and you saw the skeleton monster restrained against it. His bones were dark like a night sky and pale, amethyst freckles gleamed like thousands of stars against his bones.

His sockets shone with harsh indigo light, and you could see him struggling against the muzzle that had been strapped to his skull.

“In case you’re unimpressed with our finale, I will now give you a moment to leave the stadium as we will temporarily turn off the magic inhibitor at his collar, just to give you a taste of the potential in the Midnight King.”

A few moments passed, and you saw a few of the audience get up to exit. 

Then, there was a ping noise.

The light of the collar at the dark skeleton’s neck went out.

And he gave a low, guttural snarl, as the shimmer of his freckles went out.

Darkness leaked from his every orifice and from the segments of each connection of his bones, covering him in gelatinous shadows.

His right socket became completely engulfed with darkness, while his left eyelight went out.

A sickly, teal light blinked into existence and narrowed, like the cold, threatening gaze of a reptile.

If he hadn’t been muzzled, you could have sworn that he was grinning.

And suddenly, dark, twisting tendrils snaked from his back and they rushed forth. Your spine stiffened; it felt like those tendrils were reaching right for you-

The ping of his collar sounded out, and suddenly, the tentacles of darkness discombobulated, splashing to the ground in a pool of harmless goop.

The skeleton roared with pain as the torrent of shadows washed away from his form, his deep, rumbling voice muffled by the muzzle. Every pale, lavender freckle stood out more than ever on his dark frame as his ribs rattled with heaving breath.

“If psychological torture is what you desire, the Midnight King will haunt the dreams of your enemies and bring them to their knees.”

The platform was lowered, and he looked up, his sockets suddenly fixating on you.

He saw you. He could see you, and he wasn’t looking away.

Your breath hitched when the stage closed up and your sight of the Midnight King was cut off.

“We will start the bidding momentarily. For now, an intermission, for those who wish to take a closer examination of our wares.”

Amidst the consequential rustling and murmurs, you felt your heart pounding.

Did you want to take a closer look?

Absolutely you did.

[fadedstarsfms]

Maia Kelly Intro

MAGGIE, 21+, CST; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing VIENNA by ULTRA VOX playing, you have to know MAIA KELLY (SHE/HER; CIS FEMALE) is near by! the 28 year old BARTENDER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, EIGHT MONTHS. they’re known to be quite MANIPULATIVE but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble COURTNEY EATON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those ALWAYS QUICK TO RUN, LOOKING FOR ANSWERS, & WANTING TO FEEL LIKE YOU BELONG SOMEWHERE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

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★𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣★

Birth Date: May 28, 1995 Zodiac: Gemini Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

★𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚★

Height: 5′10″ Faceclaim: Courtney Eaton Hair color/style: Long, Black, Wavy Eye color: Dark Brown Tattoos: She has a small moon on one wrist and a small sun on the other

★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮★

Positive Traits: Adaptable, Loyal, Charismatic Neutral Traits: Observant, Determined, Ambitious Negative Traits: Manipulative, Impulsive, Calculating Fears: Being alone, Failure, Being known, Death Goals: Being loved for who she is, Settle down somewhere, Find a purpose Hobbies: She’s very crafty even if she hasn’t really explored it much - especially painting, Listening to music, Cooking, Exploring new places

★𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩★

Hometown: Auckland, New Zealand Education: High School Mother: Kora Kelly (fc: Simone Kessell) Father: Rhett Lancaster (played by Audi) Siblings: TBD

★𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩★

Residence: Rino District Job: Former con artist, bartender at Ambrosia Lounge Significant Others: No one currently How Long She’s Been Here: Eight months

★𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮★

Maia had to laugh that her name in Māori meant “one who has unconditional love” because she seemed to have anything but.  She barely knew her father, only knowing that he knew her mother from a con she was involved in, so naturally when he wasn’t in the picture her mother tried her best to raise Maia on her own in her home country of New Zealand.  However her mother, Kora, couldn’t stay out of the business for long.  Most of the time Maia couch surfed, family and friends taking her in until Kora came back for her, and it wasn’t until Maia started being able to realize what the family business was that she realized she needed to be useful.

She started using her childlike charm and cuteness on her mother’s cons, always believing that if she did well enough her mom would make enough money and they could actually settle down together and live a normal life - maybe even her mom would reconnect with her birth dad.  But the more Maia grew up the more cynical she got, knowing dreams were something that she should never afford to let herself fall into one.  As Maia was of age she ran from home and started doing her own jobs, soon having a crew of trusted individuals that she thought she could call family.

Little did she know that trust was misplaced.

The last con that Maia did was one that was monumental, to say the least.  She was to pretend to be the long lost daughter of a banker, and if she wasn’t used to breaking people’s hearts she would pity how happy he was to actually have someone in his life.  After spending as much time was needed with him to trust her, Maia would start introducing him to a cast of convoluted characters and plot lines - eventually having him steal from his bank.  He got so far as hiding the money in his own place.  One of Maia’s crew members was supposed to set up a in-home robbery, even so much as getting the banker’s own personal savings, but on the big day when Maia walked into the house they were all waiting for her.  Seeing the look on everyone’s faces, Maia knew they had double crossed her.  

She grabbed what she could and got the hell out of dodge.  She tried to go home to her mother but her mother wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, saying how she wasn’t a good con artist and therefor had no use to Kora.  Maia stayed long enough to at least get information on her father.  Kora didn’t have to tell Maia twice, she left town and never thought of looking back.  

It didn’t take long in finding where her father was, she was good at finding information on people.  So without thinking twice she came to Denver in hopes of getting help.  Plus if Maia was being honest with herself, she wanted to know this other part of her history.  But she had to reason with herself that it was just getting information - after all she couldn’t let herself dream.

★𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨★

Grounding Presence - Maia can be a bit of a wild child and would benefit from someone to calm her tf down

Family - Either her actual family or a found family, Maia would love to get to know people enough to trust them and not feel like she’s always On A Job™️ and trying to sell someone she’s not

Wild Child - On the other hand let’s go crazy, let’s get stupid and have some fun.  She’s always down to have fun and try new things

Role Models - Maia could use some role models in her life, she hasn’t exactly had proper ones in her life growing up

International Friends - Maia has spent most of her life in New Zealand/Australia but has probably traveled to some countries around the world since turning 18 so maybe they met up?

One Night Stands/Friends With Benefits - Maia takes some time for true romance to blossom but she’s totally down for some sexy fun times/flirting

Neighbors - She’d make friends easily with those living near her (on the flip side maybe they have had a run in or two)

Old Marks - This doesn’t have to necessarily be her last mark that got her fleeing but it could be someone she scorned in the past (will be an official WC sent in)

Crew Members - Doesn’t have to be the one(s) to turn on her but imagine if it was 👀👀 (will be an official WC sent in)

★𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★

Vienna by Ultravox

Stuck by The Aces

She’s A Guillotine by The Blood Arm

My Number by Foals

Heart of Glass by Blondie

Masseduction by St. Vincent

Drinkee by Sofi Tukker

Let’s Go On the Run by Chance the Rapper

Electric Feel by MGMT

Pursuit of Happiness by Lissie

[ashleyaudreywilliams]

ASHLEY AUDREY WILLIAMS.

NICKNAMES: ash, audi, lee AGE: 25 DOB: October 23 GENDER: cis man  PRONOUNS: he/him JOB: herbalist @ pqz

PERSONALITY:

+TRAITS: clever, resourceful, loyal, protector -TRAITS: rebellious, insecure, impulsive, jealous, hotheaded FEARS: dying alone, open water, dark spaces, living longer than anyone else he loves HOBBIES: drinking, reading, people-watching, bothering the med tent HABITS: smoking cigarettes, playing with his rings, knocking on walls as he passes them, looking behind his back while he’s talking 

BIOGRAPHY:

ASHLEY AUDREY WILLIAMS IS THE YOUNGEST SON OF A MOSTLY DECEASED FAMILY. HE WAS BORN TO A MOTHER WHO LOVED WHISKEY, AND A FATHER WHO COULDN'T GET HIS HANDS ON ENOUGH BAD SHIT TO LAST HIM HIS SHORT LIFETIME. FIGURES THEY'D EAT IT FROM THE FEW THINGS THEY COULD HAVE SAVED THEMSELVES FROM.

HE HASN'T SEEN HIS OLDER BROTHER - OR HIS SISTER - IN SO LONG THAT HE DOESN'T THINK HE'D REMEMBER WHAT THEY LOOKED LIKE ANYMORE... IF THEY'RE EVEN ALIVE.

HE FOUND THE PQZ SOMETIME THREE YEARS AGO - HE KNOWS THE PEOPLE THERE AREN'T HIS BIGGEST FANS. HELL, HE DOESN'T LIKE IT MUCH EITHER... BUT IT'S HOME NOW.

[gyujeongfmd]

aesthetic, playlist, & headcanon — 2023 resolutions

summary — new year brings a new start to resolutions, some of them easier to keep than others. this is the first year gyujeong��s had a gameplan for the new year in how he takes care of his body, and what he’s focusing on his career. he’s definitely a J over a P, so his planning is methodological in how he executes his resolutions, albeit  he’s uncertain of how he’ll hold up once the year starts picking up. most of the resolutions consist of more health conscious decisions, and contradictions of those. but mainly, it’s a year for him to ‘grow up’. warnings — working out has never been gyujeong’s forte, nor has he put much thought into it. the gym is a foreign place where he pops in here and there, but so far he’s been making an active decision to get a personal trainer and head to the gym (when he remembers, of course). in turn, there’s a list of songs that’s usually playing throughout that he keeps in his ‘gym playlist’ that frequently gets updated. most are high up-beat songs to keep him focused, while others are just songs he’s been working on that he enjoys the melody of / needs to keep thinking of. wc — 797

1. kendrick lamar — loyal (basically the entire damn album) 2. equinox — feel my rhythm 3. drake — jumbotron shit poppin’ 4. idk — square up ft. juicy j 5. smokepurpp — audi ii 6. rich the kid — racks today 7. camo — freak like me 8. 허성현 — ddkd ft. 저스디스, 다이나믹 듀오 (huh — ddkd ft. justhis and dynamic duo) 9. 던말릭 — 마천루 ft. 저스디스 (don malik — skyscraper ft. justhis) 10. 박재범 — 몸매 (jay park — mommae / this song is after he works out and stares at himself in the mirror lol )

new years resolutions focus on getting older and wiser, and taking care of his ‘adult’ life. it sounds silly, but he’s done a poor job thus far, and now it’s only caught his attention that he ought to be doing better in terms of his life. so, he’s created a list of things he wants to do in this upcoming year to help him mentally and physically : )

drinking more water — this is everyone’s resolution, isn’t it? but it didn’t occur to him until his manager called him out for only drinking one bottle of 500ml water throughout the whole day. gyujeong predominantly runs on espresso. he drinks a lot of coffee throughout his day, and that’s led him to just live off of caffeine. so, his resolution is to drink more water and less caffeine (maybe, he’ll learn to do better in terms of weaning off his caffeine addiction). the probability of him actually following through? i give it a 4/10. he’ll drink when he remembers, but for the most part he’ll just stick to coffee

getting a pet fish — he has a cat right now, and maybe it’s not the best to place a demon cat and a fish together in the same room. however, gyujeong’s very into fish and aqua-life despite never having a pet fish. he’s scared he won’t take good care of them, and that they’ll be so fragile that they pass away lmao. so, his goal is to get a fresh water tank in his apartment, so he can have at least one fish that he can take care of. this is more healing for the mind. probability? 10/10 for sure he keeps this one.

work out — continuing on the health train, gyujeong decides he wants to work out. not because he wants to start drinking protein and having muscle but more so because he’s found his posture slouching, and his body not working like it used to. his friend owns a gym, so he decides that 2023 is the year he actually sticks to working out. in the past, he’s attempted this but it’s never extended longer than a two month period. so, he just got a personal trainer and paid for a year of personal training. so far, it works out but when he gets busy, who knows if he’ll even step foot in a gym. probability is a 5/10, still iffy considering he seems serious this time.

make less shitty music — the music he’s created in 2022 has been shit (in his eyes). it’s not the greatest production value, and most times, it comes from either taking his old stuff or just shoving a bunch of random beats together hoping gold star takes it, so he can be free again. as an artist, he struggles with creating something of value to him without the exploitation of the public. so, his hopes are to settle down, maybe produce less (if gold star lets him) and hone in on quality over quantity. if all fails, he knows that ultraviolet royalties have him set for the rest of his life. probability? 1/10 — gold star will always win.

fashion — focus more on fashion endeavors. he’s neglected fashion in 2022, especially only releasing one line. it’s because he’s busy, and he has no time to look at clothes, shop, and curate his own clothing brand. so, his goal is to focus more on fashion whether that be photoshoots, his brand, or his deal with chanel. even if it means less sleep, maybe it’ll resurge something of his lifeless body. 7/10 on this one.

get better at drinking — he’s tired of drinking and not remembering anything. having two shots of soju and then blacking out, turning red — that’s what kids do. gyujeong thinks he’s at the age where he can’t avoid alcohol forever, especially not in the fashion industry. so, he’s gonna try to learn how to drink better (start easy with beer, and slowly transition). how well this works? probably terribly. however, gyujeong’s gonna give this a try. 8/10

go on a date — this one seems ridiculous, i know. but gyujeong’s been on probably 2 first dates in his entire life, and has only had one relationship. he’s had people try to set him up in the past, but he wasn’t able to go through with it because he was still pining over his ex. now that he’s done and closed up that book, finally felt like he’s healed enough, he wants to go on a date and “put himself out there” lmao. go on a date? 10/10. fall in love or find a new relationship? 1/10. he’s awkward and i don’t think he has the right personality for anyone to fall in luv with him

[alltoolewis]

Unforgiven Promises -Ben chilwell

Summary- Finding out your not the only girl in Bens life (Prompt: “It was open.. and I read it..”)

"I can't believe tonight's the night (y/n)!" (y/bff/n) squealed as she continued to straighten your natural fizzy hair that was slowly becoming tamed, glancing at you through the mirror as you apply the red-tinted lip gloss across your smiling lips. "I mean I'm still heartbroken that I'm not the one who is about to be engaged to a footballer but I suppose I'm happy it's you who is living my dream!"

Twirling around on your chair you gently smack her arm, "First off you had a chance to live the 'wag' life and you let him go... so that's your own fault..!"

"Excuse me... Darren was a plumber who claimed he was a 'semi-professional footballer' because he played in his works annual charity game! Don't think that's the same thing as winning the champions league hun!"

"Shut up..." You laughed, cutting her off "And secondly... he might not even propose tonight! I think you're getting ahead of yourself, I mean he hasn't even gone down on one knee yet & you've already planned the bachelorette party and picked your dress..."

This time it was (y/bff/n) turn to smack you causing you to grunt as you held onto your arm, as you watched your best friend of 13 years scoff at your 'nonsense' "Babes it's your 8 year anniversary! He's taking you to the best restaurant in London & told you to dress 'unforgettable' If he doesn't fucking propose at the end of the night I'll push in the Thames!"

"I just don't want to get my hopes up again..." Sighing you look at yourself one last time in the mirror, as the doorbell rings letting you know your prince charming has arrived. Wrapping her arms around your waist (y/bff) pulled you in a hug "I'm telling you (y/n)... tonight is the night & you look absolutely gorgeous! Now go before I go instead!"

Without any other words, you run down the stairs, almost losing your balance as you opened the door, finding a suited Ben staring at you. "Wow..." He breathed out as he grabbed your hand, "Baby you look.... stunning!" Standing on your tiptoes to reach his taller frame, you left a small peck on his lips "You do too!"

"Right m'lady" Ben chuckled as he opened his Audi's door "We have a dinner to get to..."

_________________________________

It was now an hour into the dinner & there was still no rock on your finger. Apart of you was trying to calm yourself down, telling yourself that you don't need a ring to prove just how much he loved you. However, the other side couldn't help but repeat (y/bff) words, It's been 8 whole years since he asked you to be his girlfriend... what is he waiting for? Did he want to marry you?

"One-second baby, I'll be right back!" Ben kissed your cheek, as he made his way to the toilet, leaving his phone open on the table. While he was gone your mind continued to flood with negative thoughts. Does he still love you? Are you not good enough? He deserves better... However, it was interrupted as Ben's phone continued to beep, picking it up to find a series of messages from 'Kels🖤 '.

From Kels 🖤

I miss you...

Please stop ignoring me...

We can work this out!

You promised me you would leave her!

(Y/n) doesn't have to know...

I miss your touch.

Not being able to read anymore you threw his phone across the table, mascara running down your cheeks as you politely declined the waiter's help.

"Hey.. hey what's up?" Ben whispered as he ran towards your sharing figure, your hands pushing him away as he attempted to pull you into him...

"It was open... so I read it.." Your voice cracked as you looked towards his phone in horror. 'you promised me you would leave her.... you promised me you would leave her... you promised me you would leave her...' The messages flooded your head as you watched your 'loyal, honest, committed boyfriend' read through the messages his secret lover left him.

"(y/n).. please let me explain..." He breathed out as he grabbed onto your clammy hand, guilt tearing through him as you snatched it away "I Promise you... it's not what it looks like!"

"I mean you're not known to keep your promises tho are you?" You hissed as you stood up, grabbing your belongings as you began to leave, stopping as he once again grabbed ahold of your wrist "Please don't leave me... I swear to you, I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing..."

"She knew my fucking name, Ben!" You whispered as you pulled out of his touch, tears falling down both of your cheeks as you said the words he never thought he would ever hear you say.

"Goodbye Ben"

& with that you left, leaving Ben with nothing disappointed stares from strangers. Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out the little black box that had been burning a hole in his back pocket for the last couple of weeks.

"What Have I done...?"

[anonymous-eggy]

Facts that were shared during Nicky's livestream!

For those of you who either don't want/have the time to watch it, but still want that sweet information all in one place. The livestream really was a joy to watch, though!

Miguel and Celia related things:

Miguel and Celia are getting their own separate stories and spotlights, which are being worked on currently and will be released in the upcoming months hopefully!

Celia's story is planned to be named "Hollywoodland".

Miguel's story is planned to be named "Catch Me in Miami".

Celia and Miguel's stories will have differentiating prologues.

Nicky, Celia, and Miguel would get along really really well. They would understand eachother and bond over how their less-than-perfect pasts led them to their similar goals.

Nicky would technically still be alive in Celia's story, since it takes place in the 1940's. (assuming Nicky hasn't died from either mob related things or an accident without mc being there to make him realize there was more to life 😥😥😥)

(cut for those who may not be interested)

artist/creator things:

It was very important to the artist, Dri, that Nicky's appearance wasn't too imposing, scary, intimidating, or overwhelming. Rather, she wanted him to still look friendly and flirty; like someone you could have a nice time with.

They wanted him to be the opposite of what a classic gangster in a relationship would be (wandering eyes, cheating, being an overall douche). They wanted him to be the type of respectable guy who was always loyal, loving, and committed to you; someone you never had to doubt when it came to whether or not he loves you.

They have more things planned for Nicky! This isn't the end, we're definitely going to see more of him! (merch, side stories, illustrations)

Dri's favorite Nicky Cg is the bridge scene because of how well everything fell into place. (ch. 8 "what if we dance across it?")

The hardest Cg to draw was the Picnic one because it was the first one she ever drew and she was so nervous that she redrew it multiple times before even showing another person. (she absolutely loves how it turned out though!) (ch. 9 when he offers to take you on a picnic)

Dri absolutely loves how supportive and vocal we are about our love for Two Against the World!

Everyone on the stream (I think Dani, Gabby, and Dri) loves when we create anything! (especially the memes, which they scroll through and laugh at often) and they love reading our comments!

They planned on Nicky's route ending on ch. 13, which is why that chapter has that "perfect movie ending" feel.

The chapters beyond 13 are basically an epilogue so you get to see what's going on with both endings.

They felt that, early on, Nicky felt very 3 dimensional (in terms of personality) and that they knew who he was from the get go.

Nicky Facts they shared:

Nicky would still be a gangster in modern times. Instead of bootlegging, he would do more of the gambling and casino stuff.

Nicky smells very clean and dreamy; YSL cologne for sure. (Yves Saint Laurent)

Mbti type coming soon and will be posted on socials.

He enjoys the classics, and has a guilty pleasure for romance novels.

Nicky would love all of the modern world gadgets like a kid in a candy store. Though, he would still enjoy the simple pleasures and elegance of the 1920's.

On a scale of 1 to 10 on how confused he would be with a mobile phone, Nicky would be at an 8.

If he weren't a gangster, Nicky would own a dog rescue shelter. Or he would be a model.

Nicky would embrace modern songs and adapt really well to modern times due to the fact that he's basically a social chameleon.

Nicky likes musicals and would like modern musicals because he really enjoys music in general.

Nicky grew up with big dogs.

He always tried to take in stray dogs because of how much he identifies with them.

Nicky doesn't really have a favorite breed of dog; he just loves the love that they give and bring with them everywhere they go.

Modern Nicky would own an Audi R8, a Mercedes G wagon, or a vintage car.

When mc told Nicky that they were from the future/modern time, he was so taken with you that he didn't particularly care. He was like "Yeah whatever, as long as you spend time with meee ❤️"

In a DnD world, Nicky would be a noble High Elf Bard (DnD sheet may be coming soon).

Nicky isn't holy enough to be a paladin.

When talking about what his instrument would be, many were mentioned: Mandolin, Lute, a little Pan Flute, a whole Grand Piano he just carries/ summons, or (the option I like the most) a violin.

Floyd and Nicky's relationship is very complex. Floyd values and puts his gangster work before any sort of love, much like majority of gangsters.

Nicky on the other hand values love above his work, and values your love and relationship with him more than his work.

Nicky refuses to follow any rule that goes against your love for eachother.

Nicky is in his 20's.

He would spoil his kids a lot.

Nicky is left-handed! (yes i absolutely celebrated this canon confirmation because I'm left handed too)

Nicky's common goal throughout his whole life was always to find his significant other.

Nicky would be a tennis player.

Follow @fictifgames, @/twoagainsttheworldvn, @/_saintdri, @/danipanteez, and @/nebula_rum on Instagram!!! Thank you for hosting this stream and blessing us with more Nicky content and the promise of more! 💖💕💕💕

(definitely looking forward to spending all of my spending money on a Nicky charm if you guys decide to provide those 👀)

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 10

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 10 - Back to the City

Black shadows rose from the middle of the road, eyes without pupils staring at Lin Yan's car. There were ragged children with skin stretched tight on their bones running around, and even women in palace costumes, stretched out their long white hands, scratching the body of the car with their nails. It was an apocalyptic escape. Lin Yan took a deep breath and accelerated to two hundred and ten kilometres per hour. The trees on either side of the road became looming shadows, and he couldn't clearly see anything on the road. He was firmly pressed back onto the seat by the impact of the acceleration. The uneven dirt road and the speed made Lin Yan worry that the car would flip over at any second. Even so, he didn't dare take his foot off the pedal for a second. The car was like a strong black wind, cutting its way out of the ghost formations in the mountains and forests.

Escaping towards the land of the living.

Just before the needle on the fuel gauge dropped to empty, Lin Yan finally saw the city. He got on the Fifth Ring Road and he rolled the window down a crack. The cool night breeze dissipated the heavy bloody air in the car.

Cities, traffic, human voices, normality.

Lin Yan let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed into the chair.

The events of the exorcism in the mountains seemed like a dream as he drove through the bright lights of the city, but the evidence of the event sitting in his passenger seat was very reak. Lin Yan slammed his hand against the steering wheel, thinking that his life must really be hell. The most damn thing is that, in an era in which people lived in peace and well-being, and the leaders lived in happiness, leading the future of the country with diplomacy and socialism, he had saved a ghost who came to kill him from the hands of a master who didn't know what was going on.

Lin Yan found a secluded place to stop and rest.

"Man, celebrate, we made it out."

There was no answer. The ghost next to him seemed to be asleep, his eyes closed as he leaned on the seat, his black hair hanging down to cover most of his face.

He didn't die, did he? Lin Yan's heart clenched, and then he realized that this thing was already dead, and there's no way that it could die again. No, he couldn't say anything. Lin Yan glanced at him. His quiet manner with his eyes closed was no different from that of a living person. He was even breathing, his chest slightly rising and falling regularly. Dressed like a Confucian disciple, with loose hair that was very inconsistent with traditional practices, his clothes were stained with old blood, but the fabric was still visible beneath it. Looking down, bare feet peeked out from beneath the straight hemline. They were covered with a series of mottled cracks and old wounds like he had been walking for a long time.

Lin Yan sighed, thinking that this time he definitely offended his ancestors. He hesitated for a while, debating between abandoning the car and fleeing or committing suicide, and finally decided to wait until the "person" woke up. "Don't believe the words of the dead, ghosts only remember what they want." The lines from the movie "Voice" flashed in his mind. Lin Yan shook his head, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The look in the ghost's unwilling and nostalgic eyes looked too real.

Suddenly, Lin Yan was not afraid of him. He hesitated and hadn't bothered to take a good look at him back in the temple. Ghosts. . . ghosts were invisible and intangible. What does it look like?

Through the ghostly tangles, Lin Yan stretched out his hand and slid away the long hair covering his face.

For a moment, he had prepared himself to see a rotten face, even a skeleton, completely lacking any facial features, but when the black hair fell behind his ears, Lin Yan was taken aback when the man’s sleeping face was revealed.

It's. . . a ghost. . . how could he look so good?

His face resembled those from ancient times, with long eyebrows stretching to his temples, a straightened nose. Between his eyebrows, there was a brilliance that did not belong to this era. His restless sleep was probably exhaustion from what the temple master put him through. He was frowning, curled up in his sleep, as if he was still protecting the little wooden block.

What? Such a good complexion. Maybe it wasn't all that bad having an early death to keep these looks. What the hell, this ghost looks good.

The skin was also very smooth, like a jade carving, with invisible pores.

Lin Yan glanced at him sympathetically, and his heart lurched. This guy didn't just think of me as his dead wife who he didn't had died years ago. He was desperately trying to achieve this virtue for some surrogate substitute. The things that happened in the temple made Lin Yan feel a little guilty. He couldn't help but brush away the broken hair from his neck and gently wipe the dried blood on his face with the back of his hand.

The ghost startled and his eyes snapped open, staring at Lin Yan with spite.

Lin Yan yelled out of fright, and he instinctively covered his neck with his hands.

The target of the attack this time changed to his shoulders. A pair of infinitely powerful ghost hands squeezed Lin Yan's shoulder blades harder and harder. He could almost hear the rattling of bones, and there was a burst of pain in his shoulders. This shit was endless. Lin Yan panicked and scrambled for the car door like a wild animal, but when the car was parked, it was automatically locked and could not be opened.

The car was so dark that he couldn't find the button that controlled the door lock. Lin Yan had to fumble around near the small green light on the control panel. The ghost's hand slid off his shoulder and touched the wound on his forearm. After hesitating for a while, he leaned over and lowered his head to gently sniff the newly scabbed-over knife wound.

Lin Yan remembered that he was still sprinkled with the Yin and Yang energy stone powder, there was only a human scent remaining at the place of the cut. He couldn't help but rub his shoulders and let out a laugh.

"It's me, don't smell it. It's not the real scent."

The ghost gave a long sigh and pulled Lin Yan's arm into his arms. Lin Yan looked at him blankly. All the energy he had disappeared with the obedient look and he had to let go of the door handle. Leaning towards the passenger seat, he rested his face on the ghost's chest.

"Brother, I'm sorry about today. You were almost hung up by the old monk without even knowing it. I owe you, let's not take this as an example, though."

The ghost's arm was wrapped around his waist, and Lin Yan's cheek was tickled by the long hair.

"Do you miss your wife?" Lin Yan grabbed the hand on his waist. He intertwined their fingers and whispered, "I have always missed my ex-girlfriend, but once you break up, it's done. You have to move on."

"It was wrong for me to dig up your grave, but this is what I'm learning in school. Whatever my professor tells me to do, I have to do it. Don't pester me, reincarnate instead. In due time, come back as a young lady or little loli in your next life and find Uncle for some sweets."

"When you grow up, Uncle will introduce you to someone."

". . . Forget it, you don't understand anyway."

Quietly in the car, the neon lights of the city reflected on the windows, and the Apple logo on the top of the tall building in the distance exudes cold white light. There were groups of people coming and going on the road. Groups of little girls changed into their summer clothes and carrying shopping bags, laughing and playing together. The boy was wearing headphones and concentrating on leaning against the window to play mobile games, probably because he was impatiently waiting for his girlfriend.

In the Audi parked by the roadside, Lin Yan and the ghost leaned against each other. The hustle and bustle outside the window seemed to fade away. All that was left was an unusual sensation. In an era that promoted independence and material desire, a bustling city, and impetuous life, full of voices, never really connected with him.

He was often driven to despair by such loneliness.

He never knew anyone else who felt this way. When people see other people, they start to act like dogs. Lin Yan raised a labrador who was always innocent and enthusiastic with his round eyes waiting for the owner to return home, more loyal than his own lover. He suddenly admired the ghost in front of him. No matter what reason he had for following him, destroying his life, or whether they really had a relationship, he had the courage to travel through hundreds of years and walk alone in this era that did not belong to him. Lin Yan wondered if he would be anxious when he walked through the tall buildings with billboards behind him. So. . . what was his motivation?

Lin Yan took out his cell phone to send a text message to Yin Zhou. Things had changed so fast. A few hours ago, he was shouting that he was going to kill the troublesome ghost, but now he was cradling him and watching the nightlife. The fluorescent light was dazzling in the dark. Just as he wrote out the fourth word, the screen was suddenly covered by someone's hand. Lin Yan pulled the hand away, but the ghost reluctantly covered the screen again, glowing light leaking through the gaps of his slender fingers. Lin Yan couldn't help but chuckle. He thought this ghost was very interesting. This child had a temper, so he locked the screen and coaxed him softly: "Stop, don't be angry." He pulled himself out of the ghost's arms and tugged on his sleeve cuff. The ghost obediently leaned over onto Lin Yan's chest, and Lin Yan slowly straightened out his hair with his fingers.

"There are still a few hours before dawn. I'll hold you until you fall asleep. Today, you were punished by the old monk." Lin Yan said. He could only breathe out a few times. Lin Yan shook his head at the misty figure in front of him, thinking about how he could pay for the sins he committed. He must find a way to break this ghost's obsession with the world and let him reincarnate in peace.

[solutiions]

keep your friends close and your enemies closer. 

los angeles is full of history that goes untold. back in the late 19th century, before the bright lights of hollywood and the infamous traffic, a rivalry was formed between the serranos and the clements. the town was divided, everyone picking sides as they claimed their loyalty.

this was built into the foundations of the town. it now manifests itself into the two rival gangs: the crimsons and the vipers.

the crimsons were made from the supporters of the serrano family. they're intensely loyal and will die for those in their clan. they own karma, one of the most popular nightclubs in town.

the vipers formed from those who defended clement. they are quick with their tongue and will go to the grave with their secrets. the ivy is run by the vipers and they're known for their drinks that could kill.

it's simple really. the crimsons and the vipers don't interact in public except for once a year at their annual masquerade. then, all bets are off. hold your secrets close to your chest because everyone has something to hide.

enter at your own risk. ( psd credit to @catboyfm )

* & tldr !

basically there are two rival gangs running rival clubs! the crimsons ( karma ) were founded on hard work and loyalty whereas the vipers ( the ivy ) were founded on their wit and duplicity.

* & rules !

1) please be active ! i don’t want this to die out quickly because i’ve got a lot planned. also please try your best to write with everyone and not just a select group of people.

2) no godmodding or ooc drama. if you have any issues, please come to me or the rest of the admin team.

3) muns and muses should all be 18+ and muses should be 20-29.

4) you’re allowed to have 2 muses from the beginning !! more can be discussed down the line.

* & application !

[ faceclaim / gender / pronouns ] wait a second, is that [ CHARACTER NAME ] walking into [ CLUB NAME ] ? the [ AGE IN LETTERS ] year old looks just like [ FACECLAIM ] ! anyways, i’ve heard that they [ SECRET ]. some people even call them the [ LABEL ]. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be [ + TRAIT ] but also [ - TRAIT ]. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for [ 3-5 AESTHETICS ]. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ alias / pronouns / timezone ]

submit your application here !

* & taken fcs !

alex cooper

amanda khamkaew

drew starkey

dylan o’brien

harry styles

lennon stella

logan lerman

normani kordei

phoebe tonkin

sydney sweeney

valentina voight

victoria pedretti

wolfgang novogratz

* & masterlist !

[ lennon stella / cis female / she/her ] wait a second, is that CELESTE OLIVIER walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY TWO year old looks just like LENNON STELLA ! anyways, i’ve heard that they LEAKED INFORMATION TO THE CRIMSONS. some people even call them the VIXEN. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be ELOQUENT but also INDULGENT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for APPLYING BLOOD RED LIPSTICK IN A DIRTY MIRROR, BATTING YOUR EYELASHES TO GET WHAT YOU WANT, & A DEVIOUS MIND HIDDEN BEHIND A PRETTY SMILE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ lexi / she/her / est ]

[ normani kordei / cis female / she/her ] – wait a second, is that TESSA YOUNG walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FOUR year old looks just like NORMANI KORDEI ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE BEEN STEALING FROM THE CLUB. some people even call them the CUPID. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be CARING but also CLUELESS. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for PINK STILETTOS, PERFECTLY MANICURED FINGERNAILS, TWIRLING YOUR HAIR WHILE FLIRTING & APPLYING LIPGLOSS IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ lexi, she/her, est ]

[ dylan o’brien / cismale / he/him ] – wait a second, is that WILSON CLARKE walking into  THE IVY  ? the TWENTY NINE year old looks just like DYLAN O’BRIEN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE BEEN STEALING MONEY FROM OTHER MEMBERS FOR DRUGS. some people even call them the  CRIMSON . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be ORGANIZED but also DEFENSIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for BAGGY TSHIRTS, STALE BEER, THE SOUND OF FAMILY GUY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AFTER THE LONGEST DAY AND THE ODOR OF CIGARETTE SMOKE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ sophie, she/her, cst ]

[ victoria pedretti / cisfemale / she/her ] – wait a second, is that GRACIE ADLER walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FIVE year old looks just like VICTORIA PEDRETTI ! anyways, i’ve heard that they COMMITTED A CRIME THAT NOBODY ELSE THOUGHT WAS A GOOD IDEA. some people even call them the  FACADE . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be  AMBITIOUS but also IMPUSLIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for  PLATFORM DOC MARTENS, THE SCENT OF SANDALWOOD, A WALK THROUGH THE RAIN & THE COLOR BURGUNDY. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ sophie, she/her, cst ]

[ alex cooper / demi girl / she & they ] – wait a second, is that OLYVIA "OLLY" PETERSEN walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY FOUR year old looks just like ALEX COOPER ! anyways, i’ve heard that they RAN AWAY FROM THE ALTAR. some people even call them the AMARANTH. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be PASSIONATE but also IMPULSIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for GOLDEN RINGS ON EVERY FINGER, AN ALLURING SMILE, OLD FLANNELS, & THE TASTE OF TEQUILA. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ kris, she/her, central ]

[ drew starkey / cismale / he/him ] – wait a second, is that MATTY BLACKBURN walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FIVE year old looks just like DREW STARKEY ! anyways, i’ve heard that they WAS INVOLVED IN A HIT AND RUN THAT RESULTED IN A CASUALTY. some people even call them the DIRTBAG. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be OUTGOING but also BLUNT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for BROKEN NOSES, JEAN JACKETS, DISHEVELED HAIR, & THE SMELL OF CIGARS. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ kris, she/her, central ]

[ wolfgang novogratz / cis male / he/him ] wait a second, is that JEREMY ‘JAGGER’ ROGERS walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ ! anyways, i’ve heard that he KNOWS WHO KILLED HIS FATHER. some people even call them the BROODER. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be FLIRTY but also CLOSED-OFF. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for EMPTY BROKEN BOTTLES, LATE NIGHT TATTOOS, MESSY BEDSHEETS, & LINES OF COKE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ liv / she/her / est ]

[ sydney sweeney / cis female / she/her ] wait a second, is that MCKENNA TAYLOR walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like SYDNEY SWEENEY ! anyways, i’ve heard that she HAS SEX FOR MONEY. some people even call them the SWEETHEART. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be OPEN-MINDED but also SENSITIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for SPARKLY SHOES, HIGH PONYTAILS, LOUD MUSIC, & TOO MANY CUPS OF COFFEE IN THE MORNING. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ liv / she/her / est ]

[ logan lerman / heterosexual / he/him ] wait a second, is that BANQUO SINCLAIR walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY SEVEN year old looks just like LOGAN LERMAN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE KILLED FOR THE VIPERS. some people even call them the CATALYST. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be CALM but also DECEITFUL. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for CALLOUSED FINGERS, OLD BOOKS, MOTORCYCLE, DAGGERS, BLOODY KNUCKLES, BLACK EYES. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ baker / she/her / aedt ]

[ harry styles / cis male / he/him ] wait a second, is that SEBASTIAN KING walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY-FOUR year old looks just like HARRY STYLES ! anyways, i’ve heard that they ARE FLEEING THEIR HOME ON THE EAST COAST AFTER CAUSING THE DEATH OF THEIR EX. some people even call them the HALCYON. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be GREGARIOUS but also ARROGANT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for EMPTY ROLLS OF FILM, LATE NIGHT DRIVES ALONG MULHOLLAND DRIVE, CHIPPED NAIL POLISH, & THE DISCONTINUED TASTE OF MANGO JUUL PODS. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ annie / she/her / pst ]

[ valentina voight / cisfemale / she&her ] wait a second, is that CYNTHIA MORENO walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY-THREE year old looks just like VALENTINA VOIGHT ! anyways, i’ve heard that they RAN AWAY FROM HOME AFTER NEARLY KILLING HER STEPFATHER. some people even call them the FEMME FATALE. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be INTELLIGENT but also VINDICTIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for TOO MANY LINGERIE SETS TO COUNT, THE ROAR OF THE ENGINE ON A CHERRY RED AUDI R8, CHAMPAGNE WITH STRAWBERRIES FLOATING INSIDE, & A MATTE BLACK BUSINESS CARD WITH RED DEVIL HORNS EMBOSSED ONTO IT. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ aly / she& her / est ]

[ amanda khamkaew / cis woman / she and her ] wait a second, is that PANDORA ÅKESSON walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like AMANDA KHAMKAEW ! anyways, i’ve heard that they SHE HELPED TO FRAME AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER FOR THE SAKE OF HER BROTHER’S FREEDOM . some people even call them the GONGOOZLER . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be RESILIENT but also DETACHED . i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for TINTED POOLS OF GOLDEN BROWN THAT LINGER WITH CAUTION , UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS CAPTURED BEHIND ROSY PETALS , WHISPERED WORDS DANCING THROUGH THE PITCH DARK , GOLD JEWELRY DECORATING SUN KISSED SKIN , & UNWELCOME GUILT THAT THREATENS TO EAT HER WHOLE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ gi / she and her / est ]

[ phoebe tonkin / cis female / she&her ] wait a second, is that ELLA SMITHSON walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY NINE year old looks just like PHOEBE TONKIN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they SAW SOMETHING THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE AND ARE BEING BLACKMAILED TO KEEP IT A SECRET. some people even call them the MOM FRIEND. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be NURTURING but also OVERLY CRITICAL. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for WAKING UP BEFORE THE SUN, WINE GLASSES IN HAND, SMUDGED MASCARA, SCATTERED PAPERS ACROSS A TABLE, and DANCING IN THE KITCHEN  . i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ syd / she&her / est ]

[minniemixe]

Beauty And The Beast

Gangster AU

Stray Kids Fanfic

Chan x Reader

Other Appearances: GOT7 BTS

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Death, Voilence, Language, Smut, Homosexuality, Making out

Beauty and the Beast Masterlist

Chapter 7

“YOU!!!” Moon exclaimed, eyes wide open   “Uhhh hi” he awkwardly smiled trying to avoid eye contact “Wait, you two know each other?” Mavis asked, pointing between the two “In this moment I wish I didn’t” Moon grumbled “Oh feelings are mutual” he whispered under his breath “C’mon sis, he’s a nice guy, he treats me really good” Mavis tried to lighten the mood “Yeah? By lying to you?” Moon said “What do you mean?” Mavis asked “Didn’t you just say that you’re the only one he sleeps with?” Moon raised a brow “Ba -Mavis let me explain, it’s not-I-” “Don’t, just, don’t.” Mavis said calmly “Bu-” he started “Give it up. And with all due respect. Get lost” Moon glared at him “I’m sorry” he whispered before walking away, seconds later the door closed

“You okay?” Moon asked cautiously “I’m hungry, what about you?” Mavis simply replied “Yeah, what are you having?” “I came back yesterday, my fridge is empty, wanna order takeout? Or do you prefer going out?” “I’m good with anything. Whatever you prefer,  I came to spend time with you”  Moon smiled “Let’s go out, it’s been long.” Mavis said enthusiastically “Yeah last we went was my 18th birthday, I’m turning 23 at the end of this year” “Gosh you’re an oldie and still a virgin” Mavis stuck her tongue out “Yeahwellunlikeyouatleastimnotsingle” Moon grumbled under her breath “I have no idea what you said there but I’m gonna assume that was you complaining about not being able to fulfil all your kinky and dark not to mention sadistic fantasies” she said running away “Get back here you little shit” Moon said chasing after her

“I’ll call the Uber, where are we going?” Mavis said “No need, I have a car” Moon said dangling the car keys in front of her sister’s face “About time you got one. Late night sisters drives are long overdue” Mavis said walking out  the door “Don’t get too excited, it’s my boyfriend’s” Moon replied as the two got in the elevator “When the heck did you get a boyfriend” “Yesterday” “And you’re already using his car. Is he your boyfriend or sugar daddy?” Mavis spoke sarcastically “You do realize that’s not how sugar daddies work right” “But you’re not denying it” Mavis wiggled her brows “I really can’t with you” Moon shook her head “Damn, the guy owns an Audi, no wonder he’s your boyfriend” Mavis spoke dramatically “What do you take me for?”   “Gold digger?” her sister replied more of a question “I’m not you” Moon simply said getting in the car, her sister following suit “Where are we going though?” “Like old times” Moon replied driving away

“I still can't believe the ice-cream machine was broken” Mavis complained as the two sisters sat on the car’s hood parked on the hill “It’s McDonalds, what did you expect” Moon shrugged “Don’t even know at this point” she laughed “Hey! At least we got the chocolate shake”  Moon nudged her sister, taking a bite of her burger “Yeah” she laughed. A comfortable silence filled the air as the two admired the city view from the hilltop “So how long have you had a boyfriend and why was I not informed about this” Mavis striked up a conversation “Since when do I report back to you?” Moon replied sarcastically “I’m just saying, he’s your first boyfriend, and as your sister, I should be the first one to know” “You’re making me sound like a nerd” Moon whined “Well it is true, you’ve always had your nose in computers and games, never really went out and had fun” “I preferred it that way” she shrugged “Too much internet and violent video games have not done you any good”   “Excuse me” Moon said an octave higher “You’re like the female version of Christain Grey and please don’t get me started on how you explained to Nay what you’d do to your supposed enemies” Mavis shivered “You should know the reason” “I do, but that’s not you, you’re just letting it get to your head” “I wish that was true but it’s not. I even scare myself sometimes. These thoughts and urges, it’s fucking crazy, I’m a monster” “Would you ever hurt me? Would you hurt mom, Nay, or anyone dear to you for that matter?” “Why are you asking tha-” “You won’t, that’s the answer. You care, you care so much. I know you think you don’t, that you’re just a heartless monster, but I know you’re not. You pretend that you don’t care, but you do, you show others that their words or actions don’t hurt, but deep down you know that’s not the case. You’re not a monster, you’re my sister, you’re the responsible caring adult who’s always been there no matter what. You’re a warrior if anything, I love you. Please don’t ever call yourself a monster. You’re not. If anything, he’s the monster” Mavis said gripping her sister’s hand  tightly “But I want to hurt people. I want to watch them suffer” “Who? The ones who’ve wronged you? So what, it’s only natural, who doesn’t want to watch such people suffer” “But I-” “No buts. You know I’m right” “I guess you are, I mean you got the sadistic part right” Moon smirked “I- dear lord” “I blame Fifty Shades of Grey for that” Moon shrugged “Well you are the female version of Christain Grey so yeah” “Hhmm, you’re not wrong, I guess the only difference is that, I not only want to inflict pain, I want it to be inflicted on me as well. And much much worse than the movie. I want to feel that pain, as fucked up as it sounds, I find that pain pleasurable, more so than the sensual touches” Moon explained “You’re saying that like you’ve experienced it” Mavis looked at her confused. “Maybe I have” Moon simply shrugged thinking back to all the training sessions she had with Chan. How being punched and thrown around by Chan was much more exciting than the brief touches on her bare waist when he’d help her. “I’m not even gonna ask” Mavis looked away “Hey you’re the one who called me Christian grey, I’m just agreeing with you by stating facts” “Exactly why you shouldn’t worry about anything” “I’m confused” “You’re agreeing with me. Yeah Christian Grey was a sadist, he had issues, but once he got it out of his system, met the right person, he overcame it. He realized he was a better person. And just like him, once you get it out of your system, maybe you’ll feel better. And one day, someone will come along, who’ll accept you the way you are and won’t care about your issues, rather help you” Mavis explained. Moon just looked at her sister, surprised at the fact that everything she said indeed made sense. “When did you get so smart?” Moon nudged her, laughing “One of us has to when the other won’t” Mavis stuck her tongue “Not so fast there, I haven’t interrogated you yet” “What for?” Mavis asked confused “Let’s start from, where you met that duffer” Moon said “Oh him? We met at a club, one too many drinks led to a wild night” “And just like that, you decided to become friends with benefits?” “Not really, we exchanged numbers and carried on with our lives, occasionally hooking up. Hooking up turned into hanging out. He was really a sweet guy. It was a nice friendship until he confessed an-” “HE CONFESSED?” Moon exclaimed “Let me finish. I rejected him, saying I wasn’t interested in relationships. Pretty clishĕ if you ask me. At first it was awkward but then we simply forgot about it, I really thought our friendship was going somewhere. He told me he wanted to ‘officially’ become friends with benefits where we’d only sleep with other, but apparently he lied” she explained “Did he ever bring up his feelings again?” Moon asked “By his actions, all the time, he got possessive sometimes, other times, he would do sweet things. Verbally, once, when he showed up drunk to my apartment. But he was too wasted to remember anything the next morning so I kept my mouth shut. I was thinking of giving him a chance though. I felt too bad for rejecting him when he was so sweet to me” “I never knew he had the ability to be nice” Moon grumbled “I guess I made him wait too long, he got tired” Mavis sighed “No, NO, just no. You’re not taking the blame for this. You weren’t ready for something, he should’ve understood. And if he expected you to be loyal, then he should’ve been too. He’s the jerk here” “Jerk move, sure, but I wouldn’t call him a jerk” “Do you like him?” Moon asked seriously “Maybe, I just thought that maybe, for once someone was willing to accept me despite my flaws. I told him about dad. I never thought I’d open up about that to anyone but you. He was so amazing and understanding, and I couldn’t help it. I guess I ruined it by my stubbornness” Mavis said, as a tear rolled down her cheek “Are you crying? Mavis no, this isn’t your fault” she said getting closer to Mavis, hugging her “I just, dad’s behaviour always got to me and I always thought that if my own father never wanted me, how could someone else”. Moon’s blood boiled with anger, she wanted to just march up to the man and kill him, but she couldn’t knowing that her sister had feelings for the said man “I know the feeling, trust me I know. Why do you think I was single all this time, I thought the same thing. But once I let it go, it got a little easier, not much but a little bit. Stop thinking about dad, honestly, I know it's easier said than done, but let it go. You’ve come so far, don’t let him bring you down” Moon said stroking Mavis’s hair “You think he’ll come back?” she asked “I don’t know, if he really has strong feelings for you, he might” Moon answered looking away “Oh no, I know that look, don’t you dare, you’re not getting involved in this” Mavis said sternly “He made you cry, I’m gonna kill him, try and stop me” “I’ve been sensitive these days, I cry over everything. Don’t hurt him please” “He’s still getting a piece of my mind” Moon glared “Just let him stay in one piece” “I’ll try. No promises” “Of all days, you had to visit today” Mavis shook her head, making Moon laugh.

Moon had dropped Mavis back at her apartment and was now parked outside her  place. She was happy to have spent time with her sister but she couldn’t help but let her emotions get the better of her. Taking a deep breath, Moon calmed herself, knowing that if she got emotional, the situation would get worse than it needed to be. However calming down seemed to be a failed option, because as soon as she stepped foot in the living room, her blood boiled. Snatching the fruit knife from Anna’s hand Moon leaped at Hyunjin, she pushed him onto the couch and put the knife against his throat, “Give me one good reason,why I shouldn’t kill you right now” she gritted, glaring at him “I-” he started “This better be good Hwang, my control is at its peak” “Moon, what is this about” Minho asked “Stay out of it, I swear anyone gets in my way, I won’t hesitate to-” her voice cracked. Moon knew she was scared, scared of what she’d do if she lost control, scared she’d do something she’d regret for the rest of her life. And everyone could see it. “Moon, please calm down, don’t do something rash” Bree said cautiously moving towards her “But he-” “Whatever he did, I’m sure you guys can talk it out. Doing this will only hurt you, put the knife down, he’s hurt” El spoke pointing at Hyunjin’s bleeding neck “Not as much as my sister” she gritted, her knuckles turning white from the tight grip on the knife “What’s going on?” Chan questioned as he, Seungmin and Jeongin entered the living room “I’m sorry” Hyunjin said barely above a whisper “Why? I don’t understand. I know you, or at least I thought I did” Moon asked, her grip loosening “I couldn’t help it” he said avoiding eye contact “WHat the hell is going on? Moon put the knife down” Chan ordered “Stay out of this Chan, you don’t know what’s going on” Moon replied harshly “No I will NOT. You’re hurting my brother” Chan said moving forward, grabbing Moon’s wrist “But he hurt my sister, I’m sure you would’ve done the same” Moon glared at Chan “And you! She really thought you were different from the other asshats she’d been with. She even opened up to you, and you just-and the worst part is she blames herself. I hope you feel great about yourself” Moon looked at Hyunjin. She forcefully released her wrist from Chan’s grip, threw the bloody knife at his feet and stormed out. Hyunjin let out a breath and buried his head in his hands. “I’ll go talk to her” Chan spoke and left

"Care to explain?" Chan snapped at Moon as soon as he entered her room "Chan please leave me alone, I'm not in the mood" she replied lying on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling "You almost killed Hyunjin, and you expect me to just leave you alone, I'm not going anywhere without an explanation" "The only person who deserves an explanation right now is me, from Hyunjin. Once we clear it up, you'll know" she sat up glaring at him "Whatever the case, you had no case to be insensitive towards him" "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, all I asked was for an explanation, there was nothing insensitive about it" she said, her voice raising "You said it to his face that he'd never understand since he was an only child" "The fuck Bang?! I never said that" "When you said and I quote 'But he hurt my sister, I’m sure you would’ve done the same'. Isn't that what you were insinuating?" He raised a brow "Are even hearing yourself right now? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? I WOULD NEVER. I ONLY SAID IT TO YOU, SO YOU'D BACK OFF" she shouted at him "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO STUBBORN?" "I'M NOT BEING STUBBORN, MY SISTER CRIED BECAUSE OF HIM, AND WORST PART IS THAT SHE BLAMED HERSELF FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO KEEP WHATEVER THE TWO HAD, AND YOU JUST EXPECT ME TO SIT AROUND. TELL ME CHRIS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?" “OH GOSH YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER" regret took over him just as fast as those words left his mouth. In the two and half years of knowing each other, Moon had never shown emotions this clearly. She was good at masking her emotions. As soon as those words left his mouth, Moon's eyes twitched and the amount of hurt present in her eyes shook Chan to the core. But as quickly as the emotions flashed in her eyes, they disappeared just as quick. Her eyes turned ice cold, just like they had been when she started living with them. "Moon I-" he started "I get it. Don't, you have nothing to explain, I've known it all along. No matter how much I want to deny it, his blood indeed runs through my veins. So thank you Chris for clearing it up for me." His name sounding foreign "That's not what I me-" he couldn't finish his sentence, Moon had walked out past him.

After the fight broke between Moon and Chan, things had been very weird. She didn’t necessarily ignore anyone or was rude, just distant. It was like the days when she had joined, barely talked to anyone and just did what was asked of her, she never missed her training sessions or when they had to go out for missions. “Hey!” said Jisung as he entered the kitchen “Hey” Moon replied from the stool she was sitting on “What are you doing?” he asked taking a seat next to her peeking at her laptop screen “Uh no-nothing” she stuttered trying to hide the screen from him. It was too late, he had already seen the screen and his eyes were blown wide. Unfortunately for Moon, Hyunjin had entered the kitchen just in time to see Jisung’s bewildered expression. “You’re leaving?” Jisung asked, barely above a whisper “She’s what?” Hyunjin asked “Leaving” Jisung answered loudly this time “Why?” Hyunjin questioned “It’s complicated, I can’t stay here” she answered vaguely “Were you going to tell us or were just gonna leave” Jisung looked at her with sad doe eyes “I’m sorry, I thought it would’ve been best if I left quietly, I don’t want anyone to talk me out of it” contrary to her claim, her decision was wavering just by looking at the sad expression on Jisung’s face. Hyunjin decided to exit the scene, not wanting to anger Moon by voicing his opinion. Ever since that day, he had tried to steer clear of Moon, even though her anger had cooled down and she was feeling extremely guilty for blowing up on him like that. Hyunjin wanted to apologize to her and just clear everything up but he knew if he brought up the topic, Moon would want an explanation, something he couldn’t bring himself to give. “Sung please don't make that face, you know I can’t resist it” she smiled weakly at him “I’m not doing it on purpose, I can’t bear the fact of you leaving, or any of us for that matter, if they found out” he replied “Please don’t tell them. I don’t want to create a scene” she pleaded “Why not, they deserve to know” “I know, I know, I’ll tell them when the time comes. I still have 4 months. For now just pretend you don’t know, that you never saw this” “Can I atleast know why” “It’s complicated, lets just say me staying will only hurt you guys, I’m unstable” she sighed “Why? Because you shouted at Hyunjin, or how you killed that man 3 days ago? You think those things make you unstable? Moon, you’re a fucking gangster, and you acting like one isn’t ‘unstable’. Ask anyone they’ll say the same thing”   “It’s not just that, its-” she started “Hyunjin? Look I don’t know what happened between him and your sister, but I know for a fact that your reaction was justified. I know he would’ve done the same. He probably even would've killed, you didn’t, you were scared, you know that, we all could see it. You’re just scared that you might lose control” Jisung spoke “But doesn’t that make me unstable? Not knowing when I might lose it, what I might end up doing. I don’t want any of you near me if that ever happens, I’m afraid of becoming the monster I’ve always feared” “I get you, I can’t understand your reasons, but I get where you’re coming from. Everything you’ve been through, obviously it had an effect on you, but in the end it’s up to you isn’t it. It’s up to you to make you. Are you going to let your past define you? Are you going to let someone else’s mistakes take control of your actions? You can’t let your past control your present and ruin your future. I know it's easier said than done but Moon, you’re not alone, not anymore” “Do you really think I can get better? Do you think I can get rid of that hatred inside me? The hatred I have for myself” Moon asked, eyes desperate. Even she didn’t know what the desperation was for but it was there. “You can.” Hyunjin answered from behind her before Jisung could say anything “Were you eavesdropping?” Jisung asked “Sorry I couldn’t help it, I wanted to leave but I wanted to know the reason” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “It’s okay, I’m glad you were listening, I don’t want you thinking I’m leaving because of you” Moon smiled at him “Everything you’re feeling, I know it, I know it all too well” Hyunjin said taking a seat next to the two “What do you mean?” she asked him confused “Hatred, the hatred you have for yourself. There must be a reason for it, do you know it?” Hyunjin questioned “I-I don’t know, I guess I just hate myself for being my father’s daughter. For having his blood run through my veins, the blood that makes me the same as him. I hate myself for hurting people, especially the ones I’m close to” she replied “Who have you ever hurt to make yourself hate you” Jisung said “I hurt you, if I had better control, maybe things would’ve been different, maybe Chan and I wouldn’t have fought. He was right you know, when he said I’m just like my father, but the tragic part is, I’m so much worse than him.” Moon replied looking at Hyunjin “Not necessarily, ultimately that’s for you to decide” Jisung spoke “How come?” Moon asked “His blood may run through your veins but it doesn’t define you, that blood doesn’t decide your actions for you. You’re the one who has control over them, your blood doesn’t determine your personality, it doesn’t represent you as a person, that again is up to you, you’re the one who has the power to define yourself, not his blood” Hyunjin said “That’s the thing, I don’t have control, even if I had it, it’s falling out of my grasp” “That’s it. You’ve practically figured it out, you just need to dig a little deeper and you’ll be there” Jisung pointed out “What do you mean?” she asked confused “Control. You said you had it but now you’re losing it. There must be a reason, you held on for so long, why is it now that you’re losing it, something must’ve triggered it” Jisung explained “Come to think of it, that makes sense” Moon spoke, lost in thought “Do you think you know what might have caused it?” Jisung asked “Me” Hyunjin spoke before Moon could answer “No, I admit you could’ve been the one to trigger my pent up anger but it wasn’t you” Moon said putting the puzzle pieces together “You seemed pretty scary though” Hyunjin chuckled “Sorry” Moon smiled sheepishly “No it’s alright, you had every reason to, I’d have done the same” Hyunjin said “Do you know the reason then?” Jisung questioned “I think so” Moon said “What could it be” Hunjin asked, Moon sighed before speaking   “A few years back someone tried to rape me” Moon closed her eyes trying to ignore the horid memories “Hey, you don’t have to talk about it, it’s alright” Hyunjin squeezed her hand “No, it’s alright. It’s time I let it out. I’ve held onto it for so long, thinking I could forget it, but I never could, it’s always at the back of my mind. Maybe if I do this, I’ll finally be able to let it go” she answered “Don’t push yourself, I know the feeling all too well. If you can’t, we completely understand” Hyunjin softly smiled at her “Thanks, it’s alright” Moon smiled, taking a deep breath she started explaining “That’s why I guess I was angry, I saw him the day I decided to visit my parents and everything just came crashing back, he completely ruined my life and disappeared into thin air. And then he had the audacity to walk back into my house claiming he has feelings for me. If Chan wasn’t there I’d have killed him” Moon finished “As you should’ve, the bastard deserved it” Jisung spoke “Seeing him again triggered all those suppressed feelings?” Hyunjin asked “Yeah and it was fucked up and I felt angry at myself because I spent years looking for him, eventually giving up. But he showed up at my house so easily” “Who showed up where?” Seungmin asked as he entered the kitchen “Long story dude, you came here too late” Moon laughed “But just in time, help us convince her into staying” Hyunjin said “SHE’S LEAVING” Seungmin shouted “Why don’t you announce it on a loudspeaker” Moon spoke sarcastically “Sorry but what the hell is going on” Seungmin asked “Take a seat, you’re in for a long one” Moon said gesturing to one of the empty bar stools near her seat. “I can help you find him. I mean it’s better if more than one person does it, odds are we might be able to locate him that way” Seungmin said once the three explained the whole story to him. “Yeah and you don’t have to leave either, I’m sure together we’ll work something out” Jisung said “That’s sweet of you, and I’ll think about it. Thank you guys, I really needed that” Moon smiled at the three boys “Ofcourse, and if you ever need to talk about anything we’re always here. That’s what family is for” Hyunjin smiled at her “I don’t want to overstep my boundaries here, but what happened between you and Chan, the two of you have been really weird lately” Seungmin questioned “Uhm, I’m not sure, we kinda argued and I guess we haven’t talked much since then” Moon shrugged “You seem a lot distant from him lately, did he say something?” Jisung asked “Nothing big, it was just a little argument and he wasn’t wrong either, he only defended you” she smiled looking at Hyunjin “There really wasn’t anything to defend me on, what I did was wrong” Hyunjin said “Well at first I thought so too but I guess I was unintentionally insensitive, so he was right” she said “When?” Seungmin aksed “When I told Chan he’d do the same if it was his sister, I was kinda just throwing it in his face that he wouldn’t understand since he was an only child. I was quite angry so I didn’t realize I was being disrespectful and I kinda fought Chan because of that as well, but when I calmed down, I realized I was wrong as well” she explained “I can see why he was so worked up” Jisung mumbled “What?” she asked not quite catching what he said “What happened between your sister and I was partially because I’m an only child” Seungmin and Jisung looked at him wide eyed as soon as those words left his mouth “I take full responsibility, what I did was really messed up but I guess I couldn’t help it. It’s just that for the first time I felt that someone was willing to have something with me other than a sexual relationship. I felt comfortable with her and I felt accepted despite my flaws, so somewhere along the line, I started developing feelings. I was- actually am willing to wait for her but I guess my urge and guilt took better of me and I couldn’t stay true to my word” Hyunjin continued. “What do you mean guilt? And what did you mean by ‘because of being an only child’?” she questioned. Hyunjin took a deep breath before talking “I had a twin sister” he said “Hyun, you don’t have to-” Seungmin started “It’s okay, maybe like Moon said holding onto it isn’t going to help” Hyunjin smiled “There’s no pressure, I can sense this something sensitive” Moon said “No it’s okay” He smiled and took a deep breath before speaking “Ever since I was young, I was always complimented on my looks, it was flattering at first but then it got annoying and offending too at times. Like how people would say I can do anything because of my looks or how I could simply make money by modeling or something like that and didn’t need to study. They even went to the point where they said that if I couldn’t get into modeling agencies I could always become a pornstar. My sister Yeji, she was literally the only one who always supported me no matter what. She did have similar problems but people were never extreme about it since she was a lot smarter than I was. Jiji and I had a very special bond, not just physical but emotional as well. We always knew if something was wrong with the other. Even physically, if one of us was hurt the other would know immediately. I loved dancing but no one really took me seriously, whenever I’d be practicing, people would often come to me saying, I didn’t need to work so hard because any agency would accept me based on my looks. And God did I fucking hate it. Yeji however was very sassy and was always quick to defend me. She was the one who motivated me into becoming a trainee. Apart from Yeji, the boys were the only true friends I had. I met them back in highschool and they were also very supportive of me having a dance career. They even covered for me when I was missing school because of my trainee schedule. During the end years of my high school I had a very good chance of a solo debut. I was so ecstatic, I felt like I could conquer the world. But life's a bitch and is full of surprises. A fellow trainee of mine was having a hard time with her dancing and asked me to help out. I obviously didn’t think much of it and agreed. For about three weeks we trained together, and we got really close as well. She was the first girl I ever had feelings for. More time in training, she confessed and I really thought nothing could go wrong, but boy was I wrong. The night I lost my virginity to her was the night everything went down. While I was asleep, she took some indecent photos and leaked them on purpose. Later I found out it was all just a fucking joke. My debut was cancelled and my agency terminated my contract. Apparently she and her friends had betted on who could get the hottest trainee to help them with their dance. Bitch thought it would be funny and then betted on getting me into bed. Later when I asked her why she leaked our pictures, she simply said it was a prank and didn’t think it was a big deal anyway. She said and I quote ‘You’re so good looking anyway, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to get into other agencies’. That’s when I gave up. I thought it was pointless, I closed myself off from everyone then just used my body to my pleasure, it was what I was good at apparently. Yeji really pushed me into trying out for a new agency but I had already made up my mind. Then Chan asked us to join his gang and I didn’t really have much to do so I thought why not. Yeji gave up her dream for me as well. I told her not to but she never listened. I promised myself I’d give her everything because of all the things she had done for me. I wanted to give her the world yet I couldn’t even protect her. It was my fault. Every single thing was my fault. If I hadn’t trusted him, if I had my phone with me that night. I’d have known something was up if only I wasn’t-” and he completely broke down, crying loudly. Jisung hugged his body close to his own, whispering soothing things all while his own tears fell down his cheeks. Moon and  Seungmin weren’t any better, both were crying looking at Hyunjin’s shaking figure. “It wasn’t your fault, none of us could’ve known he was a spy” Seunmin spoke “But, I could’ve still saved her if I ha-” “Hey, some times, we think that if you were to do something different the outcome could be changed. But if given a chance to redo it, something else would happen and the outcome would remain the same. Some things are just not in our control.” Moon cupped Hyunjin's face to comfort him

3 Years Ago

“HWANG HYUNJIN, YOU’RE SO DEAD!!!” Yeji shouted on top of her lungs, soaking head to toe “Catch me if you can” Hyunjin stuck his tongue out and ran inside locking the backdoor “I’m not having any of your bullshit today” she gritted before taking the gun out and shooting at the door handle “BITCH, ARE YOU CRAZY” he shouted running away from her angry figure “YOU’RE NOT ESCAPING TODAY” she shouted following after him “AAAAHHHHHHH, YOU’RE AN ANIMAL, WHAT THE HELL” Hyunjin shouted running towards his room. “Just you wait, I’ll make you regret that” she said getting closer to him “Woman calm down” he said getting inside his room and locking it “Open the door you asshole” Yeji banged on the door repeatedly “Oi language, I’m older than you” Hyunjin laughed from the inside “By 20 minutes, open the door or else” she said “Or else what” he teased “You better run” she said shooting the door handle again “Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you today” he said grabbing her from behind locking her in his arms as she entered the room “Let me go idiot, I’m really not in the mood” Yeji said wiggling in his hold “Not until you tell me what’s bothering you” he said, rocking her side to side. Yeji sighed relaxing in his arms “Can’t I go with you” she asked “Jiji, you know you can’t. The more people, the more dangerous it gets” Hyunjin said, guiding her to his bed “But why, isn’t there another way, where no one goes. It’s dangerous as it is” Yeji sighed “If there was, we’d do that. Now cheer up. Everything is going to be alright” he patted her soaking head “But you better not get hurt.” Yeji warned. Hyunjin smiled, already feeling her mood lifting “Yes ma'am” Hyunjin stuck his tongue out, rummaging through his closet “Put these on” Hyunjin said throwing a pair of hoodie and sweatpants at her “Why the hell did you even think this was a good idea. I could get sick you know" Yeji asked "I made sure the water was warm so no need to worry your highness" Hyunjin replied sarcastically

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“Remind me again why I have to stay in the van?” Yeji asked Chan “Because it’s safer, besides they’re good company” Chan replied pointing towards Seungmin, Jeongin and Anna “You’re kidding right, even Liv is going. C’mon man, I’m not a kid” Yeji whined “I can stay with you if you want” spoke a voice from behind Chan “Dave, man I like you but that doesn’t mean I approve of you and my sister” Hyunjin spoke through the ear piece “C’mon man, don’t be like that” Dave replied laughing “Jiji, I need you out of harm's way, can’t risk you getting hurt, it’ll affect my mission as well” Hyunjin spoke “Boy you’re getting on my nerves” Yeji said sitting back in her seat understanding his concern "I think it's cool to have such a bond with someone" Anna striked up a conversation as the others left "It is but it's terrifying as well. Just feeling your heartbeat rise out of nowhere. Knowing something is up but not knowing what." Yeji replied "I can't imagine what's that like" Seungmin said "Honestly it's just heartache. I can actually feel my heart constrict when Hyunjin gets hurt. And it's so much worse when he's not near me." She replied "Aww Jiji, I didn't know you cared so much" Hyunjin spoke through the earpiece "Shut up. Get back in one piece so I can take care of you" Yeji scowled "I see you're still mad about the water incident" Hyunjin chuckled "Oh just you wait, I'll get you back so good, you'll never think of messing with me again" "That's what you always say" Hyunjin remarked "It must be cool to have a twin, all my brother does is treat me like a kid" Anna complained "You know I can hear you right?" Chan said through the earpiece "Good for you" she grumbled "Y'all should be lucky you're still together. I miss having this with Wonpil. We rarely see each other anymore" Seungmin said "Yeah wel-" Jeongin started "Hyunjin what's wrong?" Yeji said catching everyone's attention "Something doesn't seem right" Hyunjin replied "Jinnie I don't feel good about this, get out of there" Yeji said worriedly "I should be fine, no one knows who I am" Hyunjin said "Please be careful" "I always am princess" "Chan what's the update?" Jeongin asked "We've surrounded the building, no one should be able to get out undetected. Minho, Felix what's the status at the drop-off sight" Chan replied "Not sure, we're still waiting" Minho replied "Chan we're compromised. We might have to exit the building" Woojin said "What do you mean?" Bree asked "There are people coming up here, if we stay on the roof we'll be exposed" El replied "Dave, what's your position?" Jisung questioned "Saw someone exiting from behind the building, was tailing them" Dave replied "Did you identify the person" Liv asked "Male, 5'9, didn't see his face, lost him in the crowd" he replied "Seungmin, anything on the drones?" Changbin asked "Nothing, too suspiciously quiet" the younger told "Fuck!" Came Hyunjin's voice followed by gunshots "HYUNJIN!!!!" Yeji screamed "What's going on?" Chan asked alarmed "It was a fucking trap" Hyunjin said

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"They knew, I don't know how but they knew" Hyunjin said, now everyone back and alive "They probably saw it coming because of what happened 2 months ago" Chan deduced "Still, it doesn't make sense, how did they recognize me?" Hyunjin said confused "Did you see someone you've met before?" Minho asked "No. That's the alarming part." "Maybe someone was there, behind the cameras who recognized you? There is a possibility. Many of the top gangs were present there, so security was bound to be tight" Dave reasoned "Still, something doesn't seem right. This was very carefully planned, it seems too suspicious to have failed just like that" Yeji eyed Dave "We'll have to look into it. But for the meantime, lay low." Chan said, dismissing everyone

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"Ah fuck baby, just like that" Hyunjin moaned as the girl sunk down on his hard length. She whined grinding down on him. "C'mon baby, show me what you got" he groaned guiding her hips over his own. "Faster baby" Hyunjin breathed, thrusting up into her wet hole. "I'm so close sir" the girl moaned, riding him fast, chasing her high. "Cum for me baby" he groaned, desperate to reach his own high as well. "Fuck" he groaned feeling her clench around him tightly ."Ahh" the girl moaned, releasing around him, triggering his own orgasm. Hyunjin released in the latex with a deep groan, his thrusts slowing down as the overstimulation kicked in. Getting off of him, she lied down beside him as Hyunjin removed the soiled condom from his softening cock, discarding it in the bin. “Wanna go for another round in the shower” he asked, peppering her neck with kisses, she giggled looking at him and nodded. “Come on le-” He was cut off with Chan barging into the room “We nee-” “I’m in the middle of something” Hyunjin said pointing towards the naked girl beside him “It’s Yeji” Chan said, Hyunjin’s eyes went wide, finally realizing that his heartbeat was going crazy twenty minutes ago because of the bond he and his sister shared and not because of the pleasure. Getting up from the bed he apologized to the girl before quickly getting dressed and followed Chan. “What the hell happened and where is Dave?” Hyunjin questioned as the gang was gathered in the weapon room “He was a spy and he has Yeji.” Bree answered “Fucking bastard, I’m gonna rip him to shreds” Hyunjin gritted “We need to get her quickly. Hyunjin, you good?” Minho questioned “Yeah, she’s okay, but I can’t say that for long” he said strapping in his knives “I have the coordinates, let’s go” Jeongin said

“Jesus Christ, why is this taking so long? And why the hell didn’t she call, actually come to think of it, where is my phone anyway. Seungmin give me the coordinates” Hyunjin started blabbering due to the nervousness building up and snatched the GPS device from the younger’s hand “Hey Hyunjin calm down, we’ll get her yeah” Chan said trying to ease his worries “I fucking can’t, how could I have been so stupid. Aarrgghh” Hyunjin pulled at his hair. No one said anything because judging from his behaviour they could tell that something was very wrong on Yeji’s side. “Let’s hide the van there, Seungmin and Jeongin set up the drones, Cha-HyuNJIN WHAT THE HELL” Minho started but got cut off seeing Hyunjin jump out of the moving van as it slowed down. Hyunjin didn’t reply, he just ran until his body disappeared into the darkness. He stopped as the GPS pointed that he was where he needed to be "YEJI!! YEJI, WHERE ARE YOU? YEJIIIIIII" he shouted at top of his lungs trying to locate his sister "Ye-ah" he grabbed his chest as his heart started beating extremely fast and chest started aching "No, no, Yeji" he called kneeling on the pavement, hands clutching his chest as his breathing became laboured. Taking a deep breath he got up and let his legs take control, knowing he didn't need the GPS anymore to get to his sister. With every step he took, the pain in his chest intensified. He came to a halt seeing his sister's body lying on the cold hard ground with a knife deep in her chest. "No, no, Jiji, you can't, hey I'm here now, please open your eyes. Princess please. You can't"  he cried cradling her body in his arms. "J-ji-jin-nie" Yeji choked feeling her brothers grip on her "Yeah, I'm here, stay with me hhmm" he said cradling her head with one hand while the other put pressure on her chest trying to reduce the bleeding around the weapon "Wh-why di-dn't y-you p-pi-p-ick up" she stuttered, coughing up blood "No no, sshh don't talk, I'm so so sorry. I'm so sorry" he said burying his head in her hair crying loudly. Yeji caressed her brother's hair one last time like she had been ever since they were young whenever he cried, until her body went cold and her hand went limp beside her lifeless body. "Jiji, Yeji wake up" Hyunjin shook her pale body "Ye-ah, ah." He clutched his chest as the pain suddenly increased until he couldn't take it anymore "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" he screamed on top of his lungs until his vision blacked and he passed out due to the pain.

Hyunjin opened his eyes and realized he was in his room, looking around he saw his members standing around him. "What hap-" he started when his eyes went wide "I can't feel her" he whispered touching his chest "Why can't I feel her, where is she? WHY CAN'T I FEEL HER, WHERE IS SHE. WHERE IS MY SISTER? WHY CAN'T I FEEL HER HEARTBEAT" Hyunjin screamed, tears streaming down his face. No one said anything, just stared at their best friend with heartbroken expressions, failing to keep their own tears in. He leapt off the bed and lunged forward at the leader "Tell me, tell me right now, where is she, she's in the infirmary right? She's just asleep right? She's gonna wake up soon, she's alright. It's just me. This can't be real, it can't be. Where is her heartbeat? Why can't I feel it, WHY CAN'T I FEEL IT CHAN?"  He grabbed Chan's collar and buried his head in his chest crying loudly "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" the older cried, wrapping his arms around the younger male, trying to calm his shaking figure. "NOOOO PLEASE, NOOOOO AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" He fell to his knees crying loudly, mourning his sister's death.

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“Ever since that day, I've developed a habit of having sex too much. Deep down, I always hope that one day my heartbeat will increase like it did that day, or my phone will ring. But it doesn’t. That’s also the reason why I ended up sleeping with other people even though I told your sister I wouldn’t. And God I know it’s no excuse but I just want you to know that I never would’ve hurt your sister intentionally” Hyunjin sniffed, wiping his eyes, now calmer than before. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. And thank you for sharing your story, I’m sure it wasn't easy" Moon smiled at Hyunjin “The reason I shared it with you is because of the question you asked earlier" Hyunjin replied "What question?" She asked "When you asked if you could get rid of the hatred you have for yourself" Hyunjin replied "How?" Moon asked "Why do you hate yourself. Because you're your father's daughter. No that's not it, it's because you blame yourself. You blame yourself for not being able to get away from him and building yourself up how you wanted to. You think it was your fault you couldn't, because eventually your life is in your hands and how you live and shape it. But Moon, after hearing your side of the story, that's not the case. It will be if you decide to spend the rest of your life in self pity and giving yourself up into the life of your so-called blood. Your life was shit until you were given a chance to leave through the sports scholarship, what happened? Someone tried to force themselves on you, but you stayed strong and kept fighting. Yes you lost your chance at escaping your father how you originally wanted but why? Was it entirely your fault? No, partially yes, if you had opened up to your parents maybe things would've been different. But you'll never know. Who's fault was it if it wasn't entirely yours? Andre, if he hadn't drugged you that day, things would've been different. Okay, fine chapter closed, but that's not where it ends. You have still so much to do. You proved it yourself. You picked yourself up, decided to do something, sure you closed yourself off but did you just let yourself go? No, eventually you escaped your father. Maybe not how you wanted but you did. Again it doesn't end there. You thought you sold yourself for the sake of your mother's happiness but you didn't. You took an opportunity when it presented itself and you made the best of it. Each and everyone of us can see how much you've changed since you've joined. Like I said, your life didn't end there. You kept fighting. In that time, you ignored the blood in your veins and built yourself up how you wanted to. But why are you giving up now? You saw Andre again, and all that control threatened to break. The control that made you different from your worst fear. You don't hate yourself, you just blame yourself. Deep down, you want to finish Andre and you not being able to do it, that's what's taking a toll on you, you're constantly letting your anger show. And that is making you think you're what you fear. You hate Andre not yourself because of what he did. You only blame yourself and you're mistaking that for self hatred" Hyunjin explained. Moon just looked at him in awe, how did he figure it out in mere hours when she couldn't in many years "I know it's a lot to take in but that's what it is. How I know, because I'm in the same situation. Different story but same situation. My sister died. I may not have been able to save her but I wasn't the one to kill her either. I blame myself for her death, for so long I hated myself for it until I realized I hate the man who stabbed her. And I'm the one to blame for that, maybe if I was in a clearer headspace I could've got there sooner. But the past is past, we can't change it. It took me such a long time to realize that. What did I do to heal my scars, well avenge my sister's death. I'm gonna find that bastard and rip him to shreds. So Moon, if you think you staying here is dangerous because of who you think you are, no that's not the case. If you still wanna leave to figure everything out, I respect your decision and I support it. But just know that whenever you decide, we'll all be waiting here for you. Because you're our family now" Hyunjin hugged her close. "And we'll help you make Andre pay for what he did as well, you're not alone anymore" Seungmin spoke. "Thanks guys, this means so much to me. I feel so much better now" she said sniffing and wiping away her tears. "Well this was an emotional rollercoaster, let's give ourselves some space to think straight. And Moon, take your time and think rationally. Don't let anything cloud your judgement" Jisung said patting Moon's shoulder and left "He's right. Make a decision you know that is right. It doesn't matter what it is, we support you" Seungmin said and left as well. "Everything is going to be alright" Hyunjin squeezed Moon before leaving her in the kitchen with her thoughts

“C’mon you said the same thing last time as well” Jisung whined sitting on Minho’s bed “And I’m saying it again” Minho answered “But whyy, who else will I go with” “I don’t know, anyone really” Minho shrugged “Why are you being like this, are you mad at me. I swear it wasn’t me” Jisung raised his hands in surrender “Sungie do you even know what this is about? Because it most certainly is you” Minho joined him on the bed “Curse it, I wonder what I did this time” he said looking at Minho, his heartbeat rising due to the close proximity “You- oh fuck it” Minho spoke before joining his lips with Jisung’s. The younger male was caught off guard and remained still, completely shook. A few seconds later Minho pulled away due to not being kissed back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-just leave, this is why I-” Minho started “Again” Jisung whispered, eyes wide looking at Minho with the utmost adoration “W-what” Minho stuttered “Kiss me, again.” Jisung said. Wasting no time, Minho joined their lips again. Jisung kissed back his hands grabbing Minho’s waist while the older pushed him back on the bed hovering over him without breaking the kiss. Swiping his tongue on Jisung’s bottom lips, Minho silently asked for entrance, Jisung gently parted his lips allowing their tongues to dance together. Minho’s hands went under Jisung’s shirt caressing his chest while the kiss deepened. Minho was the one to pull away first, lips swollen and a string of saliva connecting their lips. “God, you make me crazy” Minho whispered, diving back in to kiss him again, the feeling of Jisung’s soft lips against his own, driving him insane.

Moon was in her room thinking about the conversation she had with the three boys earlier. Was she going to leave, did she even want to. Countless questions filled her head, her attention was stolen from the familiar ding of her phone. She went to her closet to quickly change into a different set of clothes as soon as she saw the text. “Where are you going?” Chan asked as he saw Moon all dressed up exiting her room “Oh, Nay just texted me, we’re going out for a girls night, want some time to think about some things” Moon smiled at him walking away “Are you really leaving?” Chan grabbed her wrist turning her around, his eyes sad “I don’t know, maybe” she replied looking away from his gaze “I’m sorry” he whispered, releasing her wrist “What for?” Moon asked “For calling you-” “Chan, it’s the past, just forget it, I was not in my right mind either and I took it to heart. You don’t need to apologize” she cut him off “But-” “No buts, I’m over it, let it go.” she said “Are you still mad at me?” he asked “No, I never was, I just needed some space, I’m sorry if it came off like that” she said “No baby girl, you don’t have to, I understand. Have a fun night and stay safe” he smiled at her. Moon loved his smiles, the dimples poking out, eyes shining, making him look absolutely breathtaking. Instead of saying anything, she moved forward and kissed him. Chan kissed her back hands circling around her waist, he tilted his head to the side deepening the kiss as their tongues collided. “Let’s go on an official date when I come back” Moon said pulling away “I’d love that.” he said kissing her again. Kissing for a few minutes Moon pulled back much to her displeasure. “As much as I love kissing you, I have to go” she said stepping out of his embrace. Chan smiled at her and nodded.

“You seem happy” Woojin pointed out, everyone gathered in the living room having random conversations. Chan giggled like a five year old, his ears turning red. “He made out with Moon, of course he’s happy” Minho smirked “You don’t really get to say that you know, you aren’t any less happy, seeing you finally grew the balls to kiss Jisung” Changbin said, everyone's attention now on the new couple. Oohhs and aahhs thrown around as the two blushed furiously. “You’re one to talk, your dick gets hard everytime you se-mmphh” Changbin put his palm on Minho’s mouth before he could finish his sentence. “Well this just got more interesting” Felix high fived Seungmin “I wonder who has the ability to make Chanbin’s dick hard” El laughed “I say we all put on bets” Hyunjin suggested “You guys ar-” Changbin was cut off by the doorbell “Expecting anyone?” Chan asked “Yep, my weed stash is here” Minho said as Jeongin went to check “Hey guys” Nay said, entering the living room. Chan’s eyes went wide looking at her “Chan, you good, you look like you just saw a ghost” Anna asked “Aren’t you supposed to be with Moon for a girls night” Chan asked Nay “No, was I?” she replied confused “She said she was going out with you, where did she go?” Chan asked worriedly

A/N: I did proof read, but let me know if you find any typos