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moononastring · 3 years

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Frenzy [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Elain and Lucien like to spend their yearly mating anniversary fully wrapped in each other, sinking into a frenzy. Inspired by this and this.

Rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶— I will preface this by saying I have not written smut in quite some time and really went for it with my otp. They deserve it.

Elain shuddered, her body slick with sweat as Lucien’s fingers went in, out, in, out, his pacing slow, almost lazy.

His head was settled on her inner thigh and he kissed it gently then let his eyes flicker up to hers.

“Please.” she whispered softly, her hand gripping his sinful one, the other fisted in the sheets.

“I don’t think you can handle any more, dove.” he whispered with a smile. “You’re trembling all over.”

“You’re so close. Please kiss me there.” she whined. “Please kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien chuckled, content to just sit back and watch her body tremor beneath him, his fingers keeping their lazy pace, her juices coated them.

“What if I don’t want to just kiss you?” he whispered against her skin. “What if I want to devour you whole?”

Elain bucked up her hips, a soft mewl slipping from her lips and she opened her knees wider.

“Please.” her pleading an almost sob. He had been torturing her for what felt like hours — days, leaving her on the edge and always so close but never letting her fall. He hadn’t even fucked her yet. It was only his fingers and that blessed tongue.

“How do you want me then?” he whispered again, his eyes never leaving her face, his free hand now tracing softly up her body. Between the valley of her breasts, around the delicate swell of them.

“In any way you’ll have me.” she breathed desperately.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said sensually, his low tone skating over her skin, goosebumps erupting all over her. “You’re just so cooperative. How should I reward you?”

“Anything, anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, a smirk forming as he chuckled darkly.

“Any way you want me, please.”

“That’s so dangerous to say, pet.” Lucien said, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves as his fingers went even slower. “I could do so much.”

“Just please, please, please — oh.”

For Lucien had removed his fingers and buried his tongue into her, earning him a loud enough moan, he was sure the neighbors four houses down had heard.

He feasted on her, his arm pinning her waist down to the bed as he licked and sucked, his tongue diving deep into her. He groaned into her, the taste of her sweetness causing his hips to roll into their bed as her fingers tangled into his hair and yanked.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” Elain chanted, her back arching off the bed. “Please let me come — I’m almost there.”

Lucien’s head shot up and she let out a cry of outrage, her body twitching desperately underneath him. “No.” he ordered and shifted up. “You will come with me buried inside you or you don’t come at all.”

Without warning, he pulled her by the hips, bringing the hot center of her to his mouth and again, Lucien let his tongue delve into her, traveling in and out then sliding to her clit and back, his pace torturous as Elain’s legs trembled around his shoulders. He kissed her noisily then pulled back, dropping her on the bed and immediately flipping her over.

Pulling her by her hips closer to him, Lucien ran a hand down Elain’s back as she eagerly spread her legs for him, shuddering as he smacked her ass. “I want you like this, on all fours with my cock buried deep in you, little dove.” he said, his chest to her back as he whispered in her ear, a hand gently gripping her jaw. He kissed the shell of her ear and she practically panted in response. “Will you have me this way?”

“Gods, yes.” she choked out, arching her hips higher for him to take — to claim.

He chuckled darkly, the octave of his voice dropping even lower as he squeezed her ass and said again, “Such a good girl.”

He kissed her shoulder then slid his other hand down to her center, teasing her once more before his hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly. Lucien teased her opening with the tip of his shaft, his smirk wicked as Elain let out a string of filthy curses. He pushed her down by the shoulders and agonizingly slow, slid just an inch into her before pulling out.

“Lucien, please.” her begging continued, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips.

“I do like it when you beg.” he said and because he could no longer handle not being buried in her, because her body was shuddering so deliciously beneath him, Lucien obliged.

He thrust into her fully, holding still as Elain let out a ragged moan. He allowed her a few seconds to feel him fill her up before pulling out completely then thrusting in hard once more.

Elain groaned beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as she bucked back into him, hoping — praying for him to give her what she desperately wanted. For him to start moving but he held still.

“How much more do I have to beg?” she whined, near sobbing, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder.

Lucien’s grin was sinful as he gently moved her hair to the side and leaned down to leave featherlike kisses along her spine until he was near her ear once more.

“Beg me one more time, Elain.” he said sweetly, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to please fuck me.”

“Oh?”

“So hard I can’t move properly for the next three days.”

“That hard, hm?”

“Hard enough that everyone in this damn city will know exactly what we’re doing and who is making me moan this way.” she whispered desperately.

“And who is going to make you moan this way?” he asked, rolling his hips ever so slightly, leaving no space between their bodies. “Who is going to make you come?”

“You.” she rasped. “Only you.”

“That’s right.” he whispered and pulled out slowly for the last time. “You are mine. And I am yours. Mate.”

Lucien finally thrust his cock into her hard, filling her to the hilt and Elain let out a broken moan as Lucien began at a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Elain could do nothing but moan and whine and whimper enthusiastically as he filled and stretched her, driving into her body over and over again. His grip on her hips tightened enough to leave a mark as he pulled her into him, thrusting deeper.

Elain welcomed the roll of his hips and thrust back into him, matching his pace as she panted softly.

“You’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my cock, my love.” he grunted, and Elain flashed him a coy smile over her shoulder as her breath quickened.

“I — feel so pretty when I’m — I’m getting fucked by your cock, my love.” she replied with a breathless giggle and Lucien grinned.

His hand wrapped around her lovely throat and Lucien pulled her up, her back against his chest as he thrust up into her harder, hitting deeper. His grip tightened gently around her throat and Elain’s moan was laced in a sob as he drove into her, his pace quickening, sinking into a frantic rhythm that had Elain’s heart beating wildly.

“Lucien I’m almost —” she whimpered loudly, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back, her gasps getting louder, and her body shivered as he continued to hit the deepest spot in her.

“I know, dove.” he replied, his voice husky. His thumb caressed her throat lightly as his grip tightened a fraction. “I can hear your heart.”

“And I can hear yours.” she replied, her voice a strained whimper and Lucien thrust harder.

“Then come undone for me, Elain.” he growled. “Come all over my cock.”

And it was the dominance in his demand that finally sent her over the edge.

Elain let out a strangled cry as her walls tightened around him and her sweet release surged through her body. Lucien let go of her throat and pushed her body down, gripping her hips tightly again as his thrusts became more frantic, his grunts low and rough as Elain shuddered through her climax.

“Come inside me.” she breathed out as she slipped a hand beneath her to rub at her swollen clit. “I want you to fill me up. Drip out of me.”

“Fuck.” Lucien groaned and with a string of curses slipping from his lips, he set an even more brutal pace, Elain’s little whimpers filling the room in time with his wild thrusts.

The sight of her beneath him, her body eagerly taking all that he gave her while still touching herself and whining so beautifully was too much for Lucien and finally, he came undone.

Panting, he thrust more slowly as he emptied himself in her, and the feeling of her silken walls still clenching around him, milking him into her, had him rolling his eyes back. He breathed shakily as his hips still rolled slowly, trying to come down from this high. Even with her body still trembling beneath him, unable to fully move, Elain tried to arch her hips further for him, mewling needily as his seed started to spill out of her.

A moment passed between the two of them panting heavily before Lucien pulled out of her, dragging his seed with him. He leaned down with a breathy smirk and placed a kiss on the center of her spine, squeezing her ass. “You did so good, baby.” his voice low as she hummed in pleasure and Lucien’s expression went feral at the sight of his seed trickling out of her. “You did so good and you look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“I love your come dripping out of me.” she whispered hoarsely and arched her hips up again for him, wiggling slightly. “I always like it when you’re on me and in me and all over me.”

Chuckling, Lucien smacked her ass again, earning him a throaty moan from Elain before she slowly turned over.

Lucien watched with delight as she spread her legs widely for him, her hand traveling to her center and all his seed still spilling out of her. Without breaking eye contact with him, Elain let her fingers delicately touch herself, rubbing and spreading his come all over her cunt.

With a needy gasp, she let her hand travel higher, spreading his seed all over her stomach and smearing it up and around her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, she brought a finger laced with his come to her mouth and sucked noisily then let it find its way back to her folds, rubbing his come into her with a sweet little cry, squeezing a breast with the other.

Lucien immediately started to harden at the sight, and he closed his eyes, settling on his knees across from her. Licking his lips, his hand gripped his cock and slowly started to pump.

When he opened them again, he found Elain’s eyes hooded and cheeks flushed with desire as she watched him. “You aren’t satisfied with what we just did, pet? You think you can just touch yourself like that without me saying so?” he demanded quietly, and Elain quivered in need, her hand still teasing her cunt.

“I want more.” she whispered and reached out to him with her free hand. “I always want more of you.”

Grabbing both of her hands, Lucien yanked Elain up as she squealed, and he crashed his lips into hers. She melted into him, their lips making up for the lost time away from each other and Elain moaned into his mouth.

Hand fisting into her hair, Lucien bit her lower lip and groaned when her tongue brushed against his. He pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked at his mate, soft pants slipping from her swollen lips and his gaze traveled over her body covered in him.

“You want more of me?” he asked, his voice low and Elain arched her chest, breasts peaked as she nodded quickly. “Good, because you touching yourself like that and spreading me all over you makes me want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours really badly. Think you can suck me good, little dove?”

“Yes, my love. Yes.”

“You really want to suck my cock don’t you, my love?” he said gently, though a dark chuckle laced his words, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“It’s all I ever want.” she whispered eagerly, and Lucien’s grin was a feral one as Elain surged forward and started planting kisses down his chest, even with his hand still fisted in her hair.

Lucien growled softly and sat back on his knees, pulling her down until she was eye to eye with his hardened length. Elain let out an excited whimper, her tongue already darting out to lick her lips as Lucien guided her with his hand.

“Suck.” was his only command and Elain didn’t need to be told twice, taking him in her mouth.

She moaned in delight and Lucien rolled his head back as she swirled her tongue around him, his precome already sliding down her throat. Elain looked up at him, slowly sliding his length out of her mouth until her tongue circled just the tip, before she moaned softly again, taking more of him. Her hand slid to pump what didn’t fit in her mouth and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, she groaned at the sensation.

Lucien let out a low grunt, his grip on her hair tightening as she quickened her pace, squeezing him a little harder. Biting his lip, he slid his hand down her body until it was between her legs, rubbing her cunt to the rhythm of her bobbing.

Elain let out a desperately filthy noise, her hips grinding against his fingers and she hummed, sucking him harder.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he grounded out, his hips thrusting slightly as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed again, pumped him in her mouth. “Trying to ride my fingers while my cock is in your mouth? I can’t wait until my come is dripping out of your mouth next.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the words caused a fire to course through her. Her mouth bobbed as he rolled his hips, the hand fisting her hair guiding her back and forth. Soft gasps slipped from Elain’s mouth as he pumped himself inside her mouth, gladly taking as much of him as she could, especially as his pace started to quicken. Elain’s hand squeezed him hard, letting her teeth gently scrape against his length causing Lucien to curse and jerk into her.

“Close.” he groaned, his fingers quickening on her cunt and in return, Elain’s tongue swirled around him and she sucked harder. Glancing up at him again, Elain fingers dug into his hip to get his attention. Lucien looked down and cursed profusely as she smiled around his cock, grinding her hips into his fingers. The giggle that followed vibrated through Lucien and the very loose control he had on himself snapped. Lucien let out a low grunt, throwing his head back, fisting both hands into her hair now and held her against him as he thrust, his release surging through him.

Elain let out a pleased hum as she tried to swallow every bit of him, some dripping out of her mouth as Lucien had wanted and her eyes never left his face as he slowed the roll of his hips. Breathing heavily, Lucien finally looked down, gently releasing her hair and brushing it back. Elain slowly released him from her mouth with a pop, her hand still gently pumping him, the remainder of his seed spilling on her hand.

She smiled coyly at him and kissed the tip, causing Lucien to shudder this time. He gazed at her fondly then reached out and removed her hand from his length, his thumb delicately wiping at her chin.

“A masterpiece.” he whispered, and Elain preened under his touch.

“Yours.” was her whisper in return.

Lucien leaned in close and kissed each eyelid softly. “Wait here.” was all he said as he slipped from their bed and all Elain could do was admire his magnificent body and lick her lips, catching her breath. He returned with a warm washcloth and with tender touches, Lucien cleaned her up, her eyes watching him adoringly.

He finished and then gently pulled her down over him as he relaxed back into their bed, both of their heartbeats still slightly erratic. Elain shuddered happily as he traced his hands all over her back, squeezing her ass as he went then back up. Without saying a word, he brushed her hair back and kissed her slightly swollen lips tenderly.

Elain arched into him, kissing him with fervor, her hands gliding across his strong body feverishly until he pulled back and chuckled at her eagerness.

“Was that good for you, my love?” she whispered.

“It was excellent, my naughty girl.” he whispered to her, pulling her face closer to him and leaving a trail of kisses on her jawline. “Was it good for you? Are you okay, my love?”

She grinned at him, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her legs with his. “I’m perfect. Very satisfied.”

Lucien chuckled, his hands sliding down her legs. “Is that so? You didn’t get to finish the second time before I did though.” he said softly, his fingers still trailing up and down her body. For he couldn’t stop touching her and she couldn’t stop touching him.

The primal urge of the mating bond always lit a flame especially hot this time of year but the well of affection and love they had for each other always made it even more intense.

“I can think of a way for you to make it up for me.” she said with a grin.

“So can I.” he growled playfully and Elain giggled. “I was thinking about making you come all over my face so I can suffocate happily but if you have other ideas...”

She flushed in delight. “I thought you got enough of a taste of me already?”

“I could spend an eternity between your legs and never have enough.” he said huskily and Elain shivered with another giggle.

“Let me have you at my mercy for a little while then.” she whispered and with a seductive smile, she rolled over and slowly straddled him, leaning back slightly to give him the perfect view of where she wanted his mouth to be next. “And after I’m done tormenting you, you can do whatever else you want with me.”

Lucien’s smirk was wolffish. “Is that so, pet?” He said lowly, his hands traveled down her sides and back up to squeeze her breasts firmly causing Elain’s eyes to flutter shut for a moment. “Whatever else I want?”

Elain bit her lip, the sensation of his hands on her already igniting the urge in her body again. “I have nowhere else to be than at your mercy.” She replied and looked him in the eyes as she licked her lip. “...What do you say?”

Lucien’s only response was a growl as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her right down onto his sinful mouth without a warning. She arched into his tongue with a loud cry and knew that whatever day and time they finished thoroughly loving each other, movement of any kind would be strictly off the table.

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #this is my belated birthday gift to myself LMAO #this is filthy so um yeah #*hides*#HAPPY MONDAY YA FILTHY ANIMALS #myfic #i didn't tag anyone else because I wasn't sure who actually wanted the smut LMAO #soft dom!lucien with very bratty and eager sub!elain

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kpoptextauwu-archive · 5 years

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Wicked

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Summary: His eyelashes fluttered nervously, unshed tears hiding in his glassy eyes as Chenle glanced around the police department. Loud shouts of a familiar voice breaking through the noise making him shrink in his cell small whines of fear leaving his lips.

Prompt: OTP: Shadows Behind Us, Fantasy, Angst

Note: Second chapter in the OTP: Shadows Behund Us series read the first chapter Here

Warning(s): Mentions of verbal and domestic abuse please be careful

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Third POV;

Chenle staggered back, watching with fearful eyes as white-uniformed men began to harass his friends. Without warning, Chenle was grabbed from behind. A hand clamped over his mouth and one wrapped itself around his waist; dragging him behind foliage to hide from sight. Chenle thrashed to get out of his captor's hold, but he froze as heavy accented words sounded in his ear. "Stop fighting. Remain silent and we will go unscathed.”

"Guards, restrain them." A man commanded, snatching Jisung's arm and yanking him close. Chenle's breath caught in his throat. "By the order of King Doyoung." The man snapped. Confusion swept through Chenle as he watched Jisung walk beside the guards. Renjun cried out weakly for Jeno. Jaemin thrashed to get away from his captor, and Haechan glared downwards.

Chenle struggled against the arms keeping him captive, almost calling out to his friends when he was abruptly turned. Relief flooded his body when he saw Mark's stern face, but relief turned to worry as shouts from his friends continued to ring behind him. “Mark, what’s happening? Who are they? Why are they taking the others away?”

Mark placed a finger on his lips to silence the fairy. “Your friends have broken elven laws. Their crimes will be castigated by the king and his council.” With those words they remained quiet, the sound of their friends shouts getting lost in the distance. A moment of silence passed before Mark pushed Chenle back. With a groan, his hands drew to his temples.

"Chenle, what happened?” He asked, blinking his eyes open slowly like the light hurt.

"What do you mean what happened! Mark, the others were just captured by elves and taken back to be imprisoned! You said so yourself!” A gasp left Mark’s mouth as the news was relayed to him. Quickly, he grabbed Chenle loosely around the wrist.

“Let’s go Chenle, we have to go find them.” Protests escaped Chenle’s mouth at the sudden attitude change, but Mark didn’t listen and continued to drag him down along the path the elves had taken their friends.

A sharp inhale fled Mark's mouth as his body halted, his grip around Chenle’s wrist tightening. A small whine came out of Chenle as he tried to tug his arm away from Mark’s steel grip.

"Mark you’re hurting me,” he hissed quietly, trying to pry his arm away from Mark. Slowly his grip became weak allowing Chenle to slip his hand from Mark. Rubbing his wrist gingerly, he approached his friend. Placing a careful hand on his shoulder, “Mark? Are you okay?”

Mark blinked slowly, breathing deeply. His eyes flickered to Chenle, and suddenly the green in his eyes turned to gold. His lips pulled downward as he breathed out a response.

“We mustn't go this way. The Elven castle doesn't hold the answers you seek.” With those words, Mark spun on his heel and turned back the way they came; taking long steps away from the confused fairy.

"Mark wait!” Chenle shouted rushing forward to catch up to him.

"Minhyung." Mark grumbled through his teeth as he turned his head for a single moment, but continued his strides between the trees. He met Chenle's eyes in that moment.

"Minhyung? Since when have you wanted us to call you Minhyung? And why are you talking so funny?”

A hiss fell past Minhyung’s lips as he dug his feet into the dirt path, turning completely to the nagging fairy. “Listen to me, boy. And heed well to my words; the way you want to continue is not a place one would return from. Whatever drives you to go there is exactly what drives me away. If you must, go the path on your own; but do not expect my company in your ventures to hell.”

Minhyung's words were sharp and laced with malice, leaving no room for argument as he marched out of the treeline. Chenle huffed behind him as they stepped back out of the forest line and took off down the streets, Minhyung leading them back to the apartment where they were stopped by an officer outside the building. The officer demanded that Chenle come with him immediately to return him to proper custody. Minhyung lashed out when the officer tried to take Chenle by force and landed both of boys in a cell where they now sat waiting.

Minhyung was muttering under his breath in an ancient language Chenle couldn't quite hear, but confusion and fear rushed through him. Unable to sit still he spoke, “Mar-“ he began only to be cut off with a sharp look from his friend. “Minhyung,” he corrected, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Speak.”

"You aren’t Mark, are you?" Chenle's eyes trailed over to the scaled boy bouncing his leg. Mark's golden irises flickered to his face. "The way you speak is oddly formal and the language isn't traditional,” Chenle spoke with his brows furrowed as he looked at the face of his friend.

Mark dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his temples with closed eyes. Exhaling softly, he said, "No, I'm not Mark."

"Why are you in Mark's body then? Are you possessing him?”

“It's less than simple. I've waited for Mark. His body is the host I've sought for many centuries, but I've been long forgotten in his mind. He shut me out.”

Chenle gulped at the new information, “What are you then?”

Minhyung hummed at the question taking time to think through his response. “To your generation, I'm nothing more than an old wives tale. I'm slave to a curse that binds my body in slumber, far from here buried beneath the Elven Castle.”

Chenle opened his mouth to speak again but quieted himself when shouts came from outside the cell. His breath quickened when he recognized the voices, earning a concerned glance from Minhyung that went unnoticed.

His eyelashes fluttered nervously, unshed tears hiding in his glassy eyes as Chenle glanced around the police department. Loud shouts of a familiar voice broke through the noise, making him shrink in his cell. Small whines of fear left his lips. Minhyung looked at him in worry as he heard a scared whine make its way out of his lips. Minhyung reached over a placed a hand on his leg, looking between his eyes.

“Don't be frightened,” Minhyung whispered, tilting his head as the shouting got closer. "Your spirit is strong, don't be wavered by the things of this world.”

Wiping unshed tears from his eyes Chenle nodded listening to Minhyung. He still didn’t understand who exactly Minhyung was, but he knew that he was not Mark.

"Where is my son?!” A loud voice boomed from the hallway that was connected to Chenle and Mark’s shared cell. Another whimper escaped from the fairy’s lips as he curled further into himself and Minhyung.

The heavy footsteps of a man Chenle wanted never needed to see again stopped in front of the cell. The sound of keys jingled as the officer unlocked it. “Come here boy,” he heard a gruff man's voice say. With shaky legs, Chenle stood up and walked towards the door of the cell where the officer and a man waited for him.

"Look at me.” The man said as Chenle approached him, his head hanging. With a shaky breath, Chenle raised his gaze to look at the man who’s face was red with anger and gaze piercing through him. “What do you have to say for yourself,” the man said as the door to the cell was shut locking Minhyung back inside.

"I’m sorry, father,” Chenle whispered as his father grabbed him roughly by the arm and began to drag him out of the police station. He bit his lip as his father gave a rather harsh tug on his arm as he spoke. He didn’t lessen his hold on the young boy until the reached the grey car that was parked in the lot. His father had barely opened the door before shoving him inside.

“What the hell were you thinking Chenle!” The man shouted at him as he entered the driver's side of the car. Chenle winced at the sharp words he knew were coming as his father turned to him, his face cherry red.

"You stupid child! You make me drive all the way out here to pay for your bail because your mother is at work, all because you were a brat and decided to run away huh?” Chenle shivered as his father's voice dropped an octave, the anger turning threating. “Was that the pathetic person you were staying with locked up with you?”

A tiny bubble of anger floated into Chenle at the degradation of his close friend, who had provided him shelter and care when no one else did. The bubble was quickly popped though as his father turned a corner roughly tossing Chenle into the side of the door, a small cry falling from his lips.

"Quiet boy. I don’t want to hear another peep out of your pathetic mouth.” Nodding silently, Chenle rubbed his arm as his father continued to drive through the streets. The following turns were not much lighter.

The door to the car slammed shut as his father stepped out of the car, into their driveway. The house that held so many bad memories for Chenle was in front of him again. He had barely been gone but a shiver still ran through his body looking at it, missing the warmth of Mark and Jeno and his apartment.

“Hurry up boy, we don't have all day.” His father barked from the door. A shudder ran through his body at his father's cold words while he walked through the doorway into the pristine house.

His head hung low as both he and his father walked through the house, their steps echoing around the silent house. “Go up to your room.” His father demanded sternly. With a quiet nod, Chenle took off up the stairs fear still gnawing at his insides. A quiet click resounded behind him as he shut the door to his room and breathed out in relief taking his chance to lay on his old bed.

His room felt colder than it ever had before. The longing for the warmth Chenle had found with Mark and Jeno brought tears to his eyes. Small sniffles escaped him as he gazed at the ceiling. For as long as he could remember his father had hated him with no reason Chenle could understand. He had never treated Chenle like his son. Chenle’s mother, although kinder, never stopped his father from the way he treated Chenle.

The tears that had been building up in Chenle’s eyes finally sprang free as thoughts of his past resurfaced. The once silent cold room was filled with silent cries as Chenle curled into himself, hugging his pillow tightly. He hoped it could make up for his friend who held him when he needed it. Thoughts like those swirled in his mind as he cried to himself eventually letting sleep overtake him as an escape from his own internal battle.

A knock later in the night woke Chenle up. He blinked his eyes open blearily, dried tear marks itching his skin. He watched with disdain as his mother popped her head into his room. “Dinner is ready,” she said quietly before closing the door. Chenle sat up slowly knowing he would have no choice but to go downstairs and join his family for dinner. These were always the least favorite parts of his days.

Scrubbing at his cheeks he lifted himself out of bed trying to ignore the sickish feeling that settled in his stomach; from crying or fear he wasn’t sure. With heavy steps, he cracked open his door and slowly stepped out already hearing the clinking of cutlery hitting plates. Slowly, he made his way down the flight of stairs and into the dining room where his parents sat in harsh silence, eating as they ignored the presence of each other.

As quiet as he could, Chenle pulled out his chair cringing at the sound it made again the wood before sitting down. A blanket of silence filled the room as they ate the only sound being that of utensils hitting plates. The lack of talk was suffocating Chenle. He was so used to the constant screams of his friends.

He hadn’t even realized he'd dropped his fork while lost in his thought until his father barked out at him to pick it up. An unexpected flash of anger pulsed through him as he glared at his father. The man returned his glare, “I said, pick up your fork, and finish eating.”

Chenle bit his lips harshly to keep his mouth shut and picked up his fork again only for him to slam it down due to another offhand comment from the man across him. He stood abruptly slamming both his hands on the table, his chair flying backwards behind him. “Why do you always do this?” He shouted at his father watching with pleasure at the look of shock that flashed through the man's eyes.

“Why do you always treat me so horribly? I am your son! Your very own child but you can’t even say my name! You can't spend more than five minutes in a room with me without making me feel terrible and I’m so tired of it!” His shouts rang through the normally silent house, his voice echoing off the walls.

“I have done nothing to you except be your child and son without complaints! And even after I come back after being missing you still act like you don’t care! What have I ever done to you other than exist?” All the years of anger he had buried shown through as he screamed at the man who had caused him so much grief.

"And you,” he snarled turning to his mother who remained silent as ever “why do you never say anything? You tell me you're sorry and that you wish things would change but you never do anything to change it and continuously let him rip me apart!” He breathed heavily as his shouting ceased waiting for something to happen. He watched carefully as his father placed his fork down and stood up glowering at him.

“You wanna know why it’s so hard for me to look at you boy? Why I can’t stand being around you and how every time I see you it’s like a slap in my face?” His father growled out, holding his hand up to prevent protests. Chenle’s mother began to speak. “Since you want to know so badly, here’s your answer; you aren’t my son.”

The words hit Chenle like a brick. A suspicion he’s always held coming to light. “Your mother here decided that I wasn’t good enough for her after a fight and went frolicking with an elven man. You want to know where your powers come from? From your actual father since we all know fairies don’t have powers, only wings. You wanna know why your wings are so horribly malformed and disgusting,” his father sneered at him with disgust, “it’s because you're a half-elf. Half of someone who is not me and yet I still raised you and fed you and clothed you. As much as you hate me, I hate you more.”

The truth was like a slap to the face. Hurt and betrayal replaced the anger inside him. Betrayal from the man he always thought was his father, for treating him so wrongly. Betrayal from his mother for never telling him and never standing up for him. Betrayal from whoever his real father was for leaving his mother and him. A sob lodged in his throat as he shoved away from the table, turning sharp on his heels and headed straight out the door.

His feet pounding against the ground as pavement changed into moss floors. Trees swayed from the evening breeze, as leaves fell before Chenle's blurred gaze. He sprinted deeper into the dense greenery, his feet leading him to the only place he could truly call home. All the way back to the cave.

Sliding against the entrance as tears burned down his cheeks, he heard a comforting voice.

"Chenle?"

The sobbing fairy tripped forward, falling into Jisung's warm embrace. Surrounded by tender words, Chenle bravely blinked back his tearful gaze and looked to the entrance of the cave. A meek smile raising to his lips as he recognized golden irises.

"So, you've met Minhyung then?"

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lokiina · 1 day

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skdfjhksjdhgfskjgh this is the same energy

Zayn werewolf, or wereshiba inu? 😂

#cyberpunk 2077 #dino dinovic #oc: zayn mackenna #otp: low octave #I can't #dkjghdfkjgh #this goofy lil puppy

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lokiina · 2 months

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Boop.

#cyberpunk 2077 #dino dinovic #oc: zayn mackenna #otp: low octave #my art #I was gonna colour it and then I got lazy dkjghdkfjghdfgkj #But if they had access to the boop shenanigans this is how this would have played out #The notification spam would have been real #boop

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lokiina · 6 days

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When your usually PDA adverse lil ginger starts getting snuggly in public you don't say no, you let him do what he wants.

#cyberpunk 2077 #dino dinovic #oc: zayn mackenna #otp: low octave #deadass Zayn is usually more worried about everyone else around them #Dino likes everyone knowing what's his 😏#So he's out here like hell yeah dfkhbkdfhg

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lokiina · 7 days

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🦖⁉️

#cyberpunk 2077 #dino dinovic #oc: zayn mackenna #otp: low octave #SDHFKJSDFHSDKJFHSd #I'm a super srs modder

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lokiina · 2 months

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He's helping.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: zayn mackenna #dino dinovic #otp: low octave #“So you don't fall” he says. Obviously.#Any excuse to touch the butt tho #Zayn trying not to laugh cuz he knows it #dfgdfmjghd

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lokiina · 5 months

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Dino and the no good very bad day...

As soon as I saw THIS, I knew what I had to do. dsjkfhgdfkjghdfgkjh

#cyberpunk 2077 #dino dinovic #oc: zayn mackenna #otp: low octave #from cocky to devastated in a matter of seconds #This took me so long but it was WORTH IT #I'm cackling sekjfhdfkjgh

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lokiina · 20 days

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OC Interview: Zayn MacKenna

Interviewer: "Zayn! Zayn, can we have a moment?" Zayn: "If you're looking for Dino, he's not here right now." Interviewer: "No no, we want to talk to you!" Zayn: "Oh you're here for me? I thought- Uhh... Hmn. Why? What's this for?" Interviewer: "The people wanna know more about you" Zayn: "Uhm.... Why?" Interviewer: "Dino plays his cards pretty close to his chest, but doesn't seem to be too worried about waving you around. People are curious." Zayn: "Hmn. What do you wanna know?" Interviewer: "Just fun stuff."

( tagged by @dreamskug full interview under the cut cuz she's a long one~)

→NICKNAMES

Interviewer: "Do you have any nick names?" Zayn: "Mm, not really. Though Dino calls me pup. But he's allowed to. It's weird coming from other people."

→ GENDER

Interviewer: "So how do you identify? What's your gender?" Zayn: "Male."

→ STAR SIGN

Interviewer: "What's your star sign?" Zayn: "Aquarius? I don't really follow that stuff much, so I'm not really sure what that means. Is this being recorded?" Interviewer: "It might be."

→ HEIGHT

Interviewer: "Dino really towers over you how tall are you?" Zayn: "I'm not that short... Somewhere round 5'7"? It's been a while since I properly measured myself. D is just tall..."

→ ORIENTATION

Interviewer: "Anyone keeping up with screamsheets in the height of Dino's career with the Gloryhole Bandits knows he's not particularly picky with his partners, but what about you? Where do you lay in this mix?" Zayn: "I'm Dino-sexual." Interviewer: "Uh.." Zayn: "Oh my God, that's a joke. I'm a demisexual gay man." Interviewer: "Demisexual?" Zayn: "What year is it? Have you really never heard that term before? Demisexual is on the asexual spectrum. Go look it up, I'm tired of explaining it."

→ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY

Interviewer: "So where do you- or your family rather, originate?" Zayn: "Is it weird that I don’t really know? I don’t actually know who my biological parents are, so I’m not really sure where my bloodline comes from." Interviewer: "Adopted?" Zayn: "Something like that..." Interviewer: "Don't they usually have records of stuff like that?" Zayn: "Ah... it's a lil more complicated than that. Can we move on?"

→ FAVE FRUIT

Interviewer: "Alright lets see, what's your favourite fruit?" Zayn: "Uh... Strawberries? They're not easy to find but they're so yummy."

→ FAVE SEASON

Interviewer: "Do you have a favourite season?" Zayn: "I don't know if I have an answer to that considering there isn't a huge dramatic weather shift around these parts. Everything is mostly just... Hot. Most of the places I've travelled to have still been, hot."

→ FAVE FLOWER

Interviewer: "Do you have a favourite flower?" Zayn: "I don’t know the names of them, but I saw in a book once these lil flowers that looked like little guys with their dicks out. They made me laugh a lot, bet it’s probably extinct at this point." Interviewer: "I'm sorry, what?" Zayn: "Yeah yeah! Look up 'naked man flower' or something you might be able to find a picture." Interviewer: "Okay hold on I have to look... Oh my God." Zayn: "SEE. What's it called? What's it called?" Interviewer: "Orchis italica" Zayn: "Ahaha. Perfect."

→ FAVE SCENT

Interviewer: "What's your favourite sent?" Zayn: "Leather." Interviewer: "Oh." Zayn: "What?"

→ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE

Interviewer: "Never mind, do you prefer coffee, tea or hot chocolate?" Zayn: "I've never actually had hot chocolate before." Interviewer: "What?!" Zayn: "I'm allergic to chocolate.." Interviewer: "Oh that's unfortunate." Zayn: "Yeah, I just stick with coffee and flavourings usually."

→ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

Interviewer: "Dino's got insomnia, what's your average hours of sleep in comparison?" Zayn: "That's kinda weird that you would know that, and wanna know that about me... But... Uh... A lot. I can sleep just about anywhere, I got used to making the best out of really uncomfortable sleeping arrangements when I was little."

→ DOG OR CAT PERSON?

Interviewer: "Okay, are you a dog or cat person?" Zayn: "Uhm. What do you mean by that..?" Interviewer: "... Do you like dogs or cats better...?" Zayn: "OH, duh. I like both."

→ DREAM TRIP

Interviewer: "Do you have a place you'd like to visit one day? A dream trip if you will?" Zayn: "Uhh... I mean there's lots of places I'd like to visit one day. Maybe make a hop over to Europe?"

→ FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER

Interviewer: "Any favourite fictional characters?" Zayn: "I don't really follow a lot of media..."

→ NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH

Interviewer: "So how many blankets do you sleep with?" Zayn: "What? Why are we back on the sleep topic, that's weird..." Interviewer: "Is it?" Zayn: "Yeah a lot of this is pretty personal shit man..."

→ RANDOM FACT

Interviewer: "Okay we'll skip that then, how bout a random fact?" Zayn: "Ah." Dino: "Hey. The fuck is goin on over here?"

Interviewer: "Oh, Mr Dinovic. We were just-" Dino: "No no. This little sich here? Not nova. This is over right now. I've told ya before to keep this shit out of my fuckin club."

Zayn: "Oop. Random fact, you've pissed off Dino." Dino: "Nosy lil shits. Delete this-" Interviewer: "HEY!"

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Dino protecting his boy from sketchy papz trying to pry into their personal life.

sdFGHDFJKSG I think most people have been tagged already, but if you wanna do it you can totally do it. I might still do it with my other boys yet.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc factos #oc: zayn mackenna #dino dinovic #otp: low octave #tag game #long post #under a readmore cuz she's a LONG one #I went a lil overboard on this one but I had fun with it dkjhgdfkjghdgf #turned it into a full weird tabloid thing

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