Aethereal Arc

a marauders modern band au

they make music like it means something which is exactly why the label wants to control it

two bands one collision

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TRACK III: SAINTS AFTER MIDNIGHT

the morning after. some things feel different in daylight.

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Sunlight bled through my burgundy lace curtains, bringing the room back to life. It caught my vinyl records pinned to my wall like relics, each one sealed in cloudy PVC. It danced with the golden jewellery placed carefully on its stand, projecting multicoloured rays onto the dark wallpapered walls. My clothing rail, adorned with a mix of vintage pieces and late-night SHEIN finds, swayed precariously under the weight as the breeze introduced itself through the gap in the window that refuses to close.

I shifted under my faded black sheets, twisted between extra blankets and buried under too many decorative pillows. As the light finally hit my face, I winced at the pounding behind my eyes. I reached behind me in a search for my comically large water bottle, begging for the dryness in my mouth to subside. My body ached as I sat up to take a sip. My brain felt like it had fallen out overnight and was collecting dust under the bed.

a marauders modern band au

they make music like it means something which is exactly why the label wants to control it

two bands one collision

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TRACK II: NEW GODS NIGHT

the afterparty. no one leaves unchanged.

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The crash came in flashes.

The lights dropped. The audience erupted. My chest locked tight.

Lucia grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the wings before I’d even caught my breath. My ears still rang with the synths we’d thrown into the room, the kick drum thudding somewhere stubborn beneath my ribs.

We stumbled backstage grinning like idiots, weaving through crew hauling drum cases and folding tables.

“Dude, they were singing it back,” Lucia gasped.

We tripped over chords and our feet. Around us, the building still pulsed. Staff rushed past with congratulations, stagehands shouted cues, somewhere another amp screamed to life. For them, it was over. But for us, it was just the beginning.

Passing a table of champagne, we grabbed two glasses each before rushing to our dressing room. The halls filled with laughter and excitement as we recapped the show, almost trying to remember what had happened.

“We absolutely murdered that.”

“I fucked up the loop on the second verse”

A marauders modern band AU

The passion brought them together,

The industry is pulling them apart

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TRACK 1: VELVET STATIC

It was so much more than a showcase

The bass shook the beams above as I stepped into the building. Pulsing crowds of investors, producers, and journalists swirled around me, networking to their hearts’ desires. Conversations about new talent, red carpets, and upcoming tours harmonised with the feedback humming through the air.

Aurelian had signed me a month ago, and today was the day they paraded me to the industry.

Weeks of morning meetings, midday meltdowns, and late-night studio sessions had all led to this moment. They had converted an abandoned warehouse into a speakeasy. The walls were a rich brown, accented with dim golden lighting. Strobe lights bounced off the mythical statues that towered over us. As I made my way deeper, plush velvet sofas dotted the space behind dark red ropes.

God, I don’t belong here. These people are drowning in accolades.

Hey,

Thank you so much for requesting. Unfortunately, my hate for Janson will not allow me to write for him. Trust me, I've been trying.

I mainly write for the main boys:

Newt

Minho

Gally (My fav)

Thomas

Frypan

I'm sorry to disappoint but please recommend and request I will push through my own issues😂

Love,

This is more of a crashout!reader x platonic!Glade who is dating the former crashout champion.

Being the only girl in the glade, you learn how to handle yourself. There is no time for keeping pretty and sitting back. And this was something the boys had to learn.

Within my first few days, I proved more than happy to get stuck in. Mud wasn’t a concern. I can do heavy lifting and, most importantly, I can hold my own.

Unfortunately for one of these Shanks, he learnt the hard way.

I had been in the glade for over a year now. I took my place as a medjack, patching up the stupid twats who couldn’t seem to hold their tools right.

I established I were to be treated like the boys early on and almost everyone respected that.

Fast forward to today, and we were all sitting around the bonfire celebrating the new greenie, Thomas. The drinks were flowing as we overlooked the fight circle that was dying down.

The harsh glow of the fire illuminated the glade, a cosy feeling draped over us, making it truly feel like home. We often struggled to forget our confinement in a massive box, yet these moments distract us.

Gally had just finished taking down one of the other boys when he walked over. I handed him my drink as he sat down, feeling the buzz circulating through my body. He gave me a brief kiss on the cheek and turned to catch up on the conversation at hand.

Newt and I were filling Thomas in on the hottest news and gossip of the Glade, and a few of the other boys joined in.

“And that’s why we don’t let Jeff into the kitchen unattended,” we all burst out laughing as the other medjack tried to defend himself.

“Woah okay, now fine. You two are spilling about us, how about we tell him about you,” he fought back.

Juvenile reactions filled the air as Newt and I looked at each other in shock.

“Us?” Newt clutched his pearls as he exclaimed

“Seriously, we are the least problematic here!” I chimed in.

“Uh, not true. Newt once shouted at a greenie over planting a tree.” Minho exposed.

“Who chooses dead dry dirt for a sapling?!” the boy responded, clearly not understanding what was wrong.

“{name}, you also lost a whole medical shipment as well.” Winston reminded you.

“Yo, no. YOU hid it from me that wasn’t my fault,” I defended.

“Don’t turn it on me, it’s not my fault you were useless at your job,” a sea of oohs and exclamations rolled over the crowd

I felt my skin burn up at Winston’s words. We haven’t always seen eye to eye, and it led to conflict, but never like this.

“Why are you being a bitch? It got recovered in the end. Anyway, if that’s all you got, I’m a golden angel.” I smiled sweetly at him in retaliation.

“Well, you did slut yourself out to half the glade when you first got here.”

The crowd grew silent.

Gally’s hand tightened around my waist, anger pulsating off him.

We started dating a few months ago, and the news didn’t sit well with people.

“How could you of all people break the one rule put in place when she came up?” Alby yelled when he found out.

It was a vicious argument that resulted in a week’s extra yard duty and me doubling in the kitchen, but it was worth it.

We are a pleasant couple to be around. Not overbearing or shoving it in your face. We never slack off to be with each other. If anything, we push each other further. Most greenies never even realise we are a couple until bonfire night, where we can comfortably take time for ourselves.

My eyes pierced through Winston as I processed what he said.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I stood up quickly. My voice was low, the steadiness unsettling. I could feel Gally looking at me, trying to figure out what my next move was.

People labelled me unpredictable after a previous “crash out” and thought it unwise to disrespect me again.

Until today.

“I said what I said, Doll.” He stood up and looked down on me as he repeated his words. Gally mirrored him as a defense tactic.

“You whored yourself out to almost every shank here. That’s why every falls over you.” His words held a heavy punch.

But mine was heavier.

I blacked out during the moment, but based on the crumpled mess on the floor, I made great contact.

Everyone was in shock. Those who weren’t part of the conversation congregated as they saw Winston rolling on the floor, his head in his hands.

“What is going on here?” Abby’s voice echoed as he stormed to the scene.

The situation was quite incriminating, with Winston crying in the fetal position and my hand still scrunched into a fist.

Everyone rushes to tell Alby what happened, each one trying to be the best storyteller to exist. Amidst the chaos, I found the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

Or so I thought.

I made my way to Deadheads. It was the best place for me to calm my nerves. Many don’t come here as they get “heebie jeebies” as Thomas phrased it when I gave him the tour.

I found my favourite tree and slid down it. Tears formed in my eyes as I replayed the situation.

I spent so long gaining respect, and yet people know me for rumours. I kept my head down and worked hard. Many have tried to seduce me or have their way with me, but no one ever succeeded.

Until Gally came into the picture.

There were no extravagant gestures, no intimidation, and no reducing me to my body.

He saw me. He knew me. We had a very solid friendship because of our similar mindsets, and it flourished into something beautiful. He kept me going when things got rough. Explained to the boys what a period was and told them they can’t just tell me how badly they want to see some tits.

I taught him that anger isn’t the solution to everything. I taught him that people can discuss things before resorting to violence.

But I became a hypocrite of my own words.

I sat with my emotions. The moonshine had long left my body, and I was too aware of the sober feeling. I felt someone sit down next to me, but I didn’t react.

“You have a good right hook in you.” I turned my head slightly to see Gally smiling at me. It didn’t reach his eyes, though. Pity filled them as he looked down at my hands.

“We should get that looked at” My knuckles became bruised and swollen due to the impact. I tucked it under my arm, not wanting to focus on it right now.

“I’m fine. He’s the one you should be worried about.” I whispered.

“We’ve sorted him. You broke his nose and dented his ego. He’ll live,” Gally scoffed at the thought.

We sat in silence. My body prickled from the cold air, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. He kissed my forehead tenderly.

Few got to see Gally’s soft side. Underneath that tough exterior, he was a sweetheart. He is a protective soul, but it translates as anger to most. He just wants to make sure everyone and everything is okay.

We sat like this for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“Alby wants to see you.” He muttered.

I gazed up at his face. It was hard as he stared into the distance.

“I’m getting the pit, aren’t I?” I asked

Gally nodded as he turned to me

“Newt and I both fought it, but he thinks it would be best. Can’t have people thinking they can swing punches and get away with it. Plus, you did say you wanted to be treated just like the rest of us when you got here.” With that, he stood up and held his hand out.

I accepted it, and as I got up, he pulled me into a hug.

“Relax, it’s not like I’m being banished,” I teased

“I know, but it’s not fair for him to say that about you and get off with a smack on the wrist.”

I brought my hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. He lent down and gently kissed me. After all this time, it still feels as magnetic as the first.

“Let’s get this over with.”

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My body felt rough. The makeshift mattress in the pit was not suitable for the pigs, let alone people. The sunlight hit my eyes harshly as I dragged myself out of my slumber.

I looked up at the door to see someone slumped on the floor. Their chest rose with each breath. I brought myself to my feet and walked over to see who it was.

I immediately encountered mousy brown hair and ran my fingers through it.

They stirred at the feeling and turned over to reveal themselves.

“Gally, please don’t tell me you slept here last night,” I questioned

“It wasn’t intentional, but I’m glad I did so I could still wake up next to your gorgeous face.” Despite being under the influence of sleep (and a slight hangover) his smile shone brightly.

I could hear voices approaching, conversation was hushed, clearly a fight.

Gally stood up quickly and chimed in.

“Why is he here, man? She just woke up. Don’t put her in a bad mood already.”

I stood on my tiptoes to see who he was talking to. Newt, Alby, and Winston were now standing just to the side of the pit, having a discussion with Gally. They kept looking back at me whilst talking, clearly trying to figure out the best move.

I grew tired of not knowing what was going on and spoke up.

“I promise not to bite if you let me out. I need to get to work.”

Alby rolled his eyes at my words. My coping mechanism was burying myself in my duties around the Glade. Whether Gally and I got into a fight or I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was always in the infirmary, keeping myself busy. It’s the reason Clint happily took a step back and allowed me to become Keeper.

Alby unlocked the pit and helped me out.

“You should get a nice rug for in there, make it more cosy.” I patted him on the shoulder and waved over at Newt as I headed towards the showers.

“Not so fast,” Newt called out

I paused in my tracks and turned around to face them all. They all looked disappointed. I glanced over at Winston, who had two steri-strips on the bridge of his nose.

“You need to apologise.” Alby declared.

I looked at him with horror; my blood boiled.

“Excuse me, what?” I shouted.

They all jumped at my outburst.

“Why am I apologising when he is going around spreading lies?” I pointed harshly at the slicer, who flinched at the movement.

“Darling, just do it and get it over with,” Gally encouraged

“No, he--“

“He has a fractured nose! You have a bruised ego. Apologise and move on before I get you banished.” Alby huffed.

“Banished. For what?” I countered.

“Danger to society.” His voice was serious, but I could tell he was bluffing.

I looked among the three boys, weighing my options. My eyes landed on Gally, who looked desperate. I don’t blame him.

Recently, he’s been getting me out of a lot of problems around the glade. I keep bumping heads with people, and I must admit it is becoming a problem.

I took a deep breath as I walked towards Winston. He was shivering as I approached him.

“I’m sorry that I punched you in the face.” I murmured.

“I’m sorry for calling you a whore,” his eyes never met mine

“Shake hands,” Alby pushed

We both looked back at him with disgust as if he asked up to kiss.

I reluctantly held my hand out to him, and he took it. Before he could let go, I pulled him close.

“Pull that shit again and I will break every bone in your body. Understood?” He nodded his head aggressively as I dropped his hand.

“I will be in the infirmary if you need me,” I waved them all bye.

“Your girl is crazy,” I heard Winston say to Gally

“Why do you think I love her?” He laughed back, running to catch up with me.

@porcelainmemories this one for you girl

The glade was quiet; the trees blew gently in the wind, the soft snores of the farm echoed off the walls. There was not a soul awake.

Apart from me and Frypan.

My head bounced off the wall as Frypan drove into me from the back. His palm pressed on my stomach and the feeling of his cock kissing my cervix almost sent me over the edge. His breath was hot and heavy in my ear, slight whimpers escaping from his plump lips.

“You like it when I fuck you like this, baby?” he purred 

A moan erupting from my throat blocked my reply.

He abruptly pulled out, causing me to groan in discontent.

“Baby, please,” I turned around to face him.

His chest was heaving; his soft but toned body glistened with sweat. He looked down at me with lust as he played with himself. He squeezed his dick as he pumped it in his hands.

I got up onto my knees and crawled towards him, my pussy was dripping with desire. I got in front of him and put him in my mouth.

His head swung back in pleasure as I took him deeper. I played with his balls as he fucked my throat; my eyes watered and I choked around him. He tangled his hands in my hair and brought me close. After a few more thrusts, he pulled back, leaving a trail of spit on my chin.

“As much as I love you looking after me, I want to look after you, gorgeous.” He pulled me in for a kiss, the passion radiating from us as he pushed me back onto the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge, his fingers attaching to my clit.

He rubbed light circles whilst kissing my thighs; bites and nibbles joined the mix. My hands found their way to his hair, stroking his head as he made his way to my entrance.

“Fry, please,” I whispered. My body yearned to feel his mouth on my clit.

He edged closer and closer. My breath hitched in my throat. My hips bucked towards him as he applied more pressure, his fingertip teasing my entrance. He melted into his action and started sucking on my clit.

His growls vibrated into my core, and I whined at the feeling. His fingers curled inside me as he hit my sweet spot. I squeezed his head between my thighs. The knot in my stomach tightened, begging to be undone. Electricity circulated through my body, Frypan ate me like I was his last meal.

The knot grew tighter and tighter. I couldn't contain the sounds spilling from my mouth.

“Fry, baby, please,” I sobbed. Tears ran down my face as I chased my high.

He looked up at me through his lashes and laughed. 

“You close, baby? You want more?” He fingered me harder, massaging my walls.

“Yes, please, baby, please.” I whined. 

As I softened into his grip, he pulled away harshly. He made his way up, peppering kisses over my body. He reached my mouth and kissed me hard. We fought for dominance, tangling ourselves together. He slipped himself in and I gasped with pleasure.

He thrust deep into me, his arms tight around my body. I revelled in the indulgence as he moaned into my ear. The pleasure took over my body and I couldn’t control my volume. The room filled with our moans, the sound of our bodies connecting ricocheted off the walls. 

Tears streamed down my face, the feeling of him filling me up sent me crazy. The mixture of satisfaction and denial orgasm piled up into an indescribable fury.

“Have I got you crying, baby?” Frypan smirked as he teased me. He reached down to play with my clit.

My screams grew louder as he sped up.

He wiped the tears off my face and put two fingers in my mouth.

“Go on, wake them up. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

I came undone around him, my back arched off the bed, curled as I pulsed around him. He came not long after filling me until he was spilling out.

Our moans calmed as we came back down. Frypan flipped us over so I was on top, his dick still nestled in me. I laid down on his chest, fingers tracing on his skin. He rubbed circles on my lower back, his other hand smooth down my hair.

“You okay?” He whispered. He kissed my forehead and kept me close.

I nodded as he wiped the remaining tears from my face. I lightly kissed his lips, and he deepened it.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I teased

“I don’t think it could even if I tried. You fuck me too good.” He declared.

I rolled over to the side, making sure he stayed in me, and we cuddled into each other.

"You know everyone is going to be talking about this tomorrow, right?" Frypan giggled.

"In my defence, you told me to wake them up."

Content: switch!Enjin, begging, cunnilingus, doggy, fluff if you squint and close your eyes

He had made me a whimpering mess. Mouth agape, body trembling and he fingered me with no mercy. Every nerve in my body was hypersensitive. Each action pulled a slutty moan from my soul.

“I told you I would put you in your place, baby. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Enjin purred in my ear.

I gathered myself together a little to shake my head in refusal.

“That's a shame. I hope you’re ready.” He brought his mouth down to my clit and spelled his name with his tongue.

E. I bucked my hips close, begging for more

N. My hands grabbed his blond locks, pulling him closer to my dripping heat

J. My breath hitched as he hit my sweet spot with his fingers. The combination numbed my body.

I. The knot in my stomach tightened as I climbed closer to my climax. 

N. With a scream that would’ve woken up the whole HQ, I came all over his face. 

He reemerged from under the sheet looking smug as fuck; his face had a slight glisten. He cleaned his fingers with his tongue and kissed me deeply.

“I knew you’d be a good girl for me.” 

Before I could say anything, he had moved up the bed and looked me dead in the eye.

“I can now reward you” He leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and sensual, the kind that would send butterflies into a flurry in your stomach.

His hand caressed my cheek as the kiss deepened. Our tongues fought for dominance, and we pulled each other closer. But it wasn't close enough.

Gasping for air, eyelids heavy, I could feel him getting harder between my thighs.

“By the time I’m done with you, you won't know which way is up.”

My pussy quivered at his words. I felt my skin heat with anticipation. My leg positioned on his shoulder, his palms gripped my waist as he slowly entered. Inch by inch, he stretched me open. I gasped at the feeling, no matter how long we’ve been together, I still haven’t adjusted to his size.

He paused to let me get used to him after bottoming out. My body littered with soft kisses. Enjin took my left nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue as he sucked. His hand reached up to my right and rolled it between his fingers. I dissolved into the pleasure as he began to thrust, whimpering as he pulled back.

“You’ve always been so tight for me, baby.” His voice was low with arousal.

His hips gained speed as he pumped deeper. The room filled with moans and airy breaths. I tightened around him as he massaged my walls. My mind clouded with pleasure, I couldn’t speak. Only the sounds of me being fucked dumb erupted from my body.

“You like that, baby? Am I fucking you right?” 

“Yes, fuck right there,” I gasped back.

Enjin pulled me in for a sloppy kiss before flipping me over. With desperation, he buried himself deeper. I cried out with a mix of pleasure and pain as he rutted with urgency. He began chasing his high as he wrapped his arm around to play with my swollen clit.

“Please, baby, can I cum?” he begged. The grip on my hips tightened as he ploughed faster. Whining with desperation, edging closer to his climax.

He bent over and kissed me on the neck, soft moans breaking past his lips

“F-fuck, can I cum for you, baby. Please.” He pleaded.

“Not yet, baby.” I managed to whisper back.

His movements began to lose rhythm with each thrust. His body grew more tense as he held off his orgasm. The knot in my stomach grew larger as tears formed in my eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week. I’ve missed your beautiful body.” He sobbed.

I turned my head and connected our lips. Hunger and greed radiated as we both approached our release.

“I’m gonna cum. Cum with me, be a good boy and come with me.” I purred.

Enjin frantically pounded into me as we both wailed with pleasure. Bodies shaking, breaths hitching, pussy dripping. I pushed back on him, milking him of everything he had. He shamelessly moaned as he came down from his high.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, chest heaving, as he pulled me in close.

“Welcome back.” I whispered as I placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

“I should leave for two weeks more often” His eyes were full of love as he kissed me on the forehead.

Content/Warnings: talks of trafficking//mentions of SA//talks of suicide

"Well, first, my name isn't Aspen. It's Imani"

I cringed at the name. I hadn't associated myself with that name in a very long time.

Enjin's eyes widened at the confession. He immediately stood up and paced the room. His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to find the words. Trying to understand what he had just heard.

"What do you mean? You've been lying to me this whole time?" He raised his voice.

"Technically yes, but for good reason, I promise. I-"

"What reason could be good enough? Are you a Raider or something?!" His skin flushed with the accusation.

"No, God, no. If anything, I lied to hide from them."

"You need to explain, from the beginning, before I go to Corvus about this."

"He knows...so does Semiu."

His face changed from anger to betrayal.

"You mean to tell me you all have been lying to me? That you don't trust me enough?" His eyes glassed over

"The woman I have loved for three years doesn't trust me enough to keep her safe, wow."

"It's not like that, Jin, I had no choice. Please, just let me explain"

"Please do," he spat

"Like you heard, I fell down here ten years ago."

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"IMANI, sit down!" my mother shouted

"No! You can't do this."

"I can and I will. LOOK AT YOUR SISTERS, WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE THEM?" My two older sisters looked highly uncomfortable sat across the room.

My parents had informed me they were sending me to a boarding school to "reform my image," and I was not going.

"Mum, she's a kid, she's going to act out a bit," my eldest sister chimed in.

"No, you two were never like this. You present yourselves beautifully. Great grades in school and impeccable manners. Imani would rather gallivant with the Tribes Folk, skip school and steal from our neighbours. I'M DONE!"

"It's not stealing if they were throwing it away, anyway."

"Your father is running for governor. How on EARTH will he get it if he has a scavenger for a daughter. One who doesn't respect the rules of society. Who would rather enjoy a filthy life instead of the life of luxury provided by her parents." My mother had stood up from her chair.

Slowly, she walked over. Every aspect of grace had disappeared. Determination and anger took its place.

She gripped my arm with a vice grip and pulled me close to her face.

All defiance had left my body, and I began to shake. She came down to my level and pulled me close.

You will not jeopardise this family's success.

I cried with fear. I have never seen my mother like this. Yes, I pushed her buttons, but she never reacted with force.

"Mum, let her go! She's just a kid-"

"Shut up and go upstairs"

My sister looked over at the situation. Their once graceful mother manhandling their 14-year-old sister, who was a cowering mess.

Every bone in my body ached for them to come to my aid. For them to push our mother away from me and take me away to the sanctuary of our room.

Instead, they bowed their heads and exited the room without even a glance in my direction.

"NO please help-"

Before I could finish my sentence, the sound of impact echoed.

She hit me.

She put her hands on me, her youngest daughter.

The tears flowed harder as I clutched my cheek.

"Darling, call them."

My father had been sitting in his armchair, silent the whole time.

We never had a close relationship. He was always busy with work or taking my sisters to their piano recitals or dance lessons or etiquette classes. The only interactions we had were the calls he would get from school or neighbours complaining about my behaviour. Even then he would pass the phone to mother so she could deal with "her" child.

"I told you we should have done this years ago." A sickening smile on his face. The smile distorted demonically.

"Sick and tired of this child," he muttered as he left the room.

My mother dragged me out of the house and into the car, her grip only loosening to throw me in. The door slammed shut, and she got into the passenger seat.

"Where are we going? Don't I need my stuff if I'm going to a new school?" I sniffled.

My father had got into the driver's seat. He turned to look at me, relief washed over him.

"You're not going to that stupid school. That means you have to come back. Like we said, we are done." He turned the car on and looked over at mother.

"Life is about to get easier"

I looked out the window and up at the house. My sister were stood at the bedroom window staring down. I placed my hand on the window in hopes they would break out of their perfect trance. But as the car pulled away, they vanished into the house. Never to be seen again.

The ride was long, the streets quiet. I had no idea where we were or where we were going. After some time, I noticed we were heading to the slums.

As we met the gate. a figure emerged from the shadows. A hood covered their features as they approached the vehicle.

They walked over to the driver side and lent down to look in as my father rolled down his window.

"You got it?" My father enquired.

The unknown person pulled out an envelope and handed it over. It was passed onto my mother who peered inside and smiled to herself.

"All good, hand her over."

Hand her over?

My body froze at the words.

The figure came to my door and pulled it open. I got a look of his face. His skin pale and marked with various scars. Eyes hung heavy, shielded with a strong brow. He noticed me staring and he smiled. His teeth were crooked and stained yellow.

My heart dropped as I realised what was happening.

I was being sold.

"Come on, before I catch a cold." He croaked. His voice hoarse and his breathe laced with cigarette smoke.

I looked between him and my parents. They were engrossed in their own conversation, not even bothered at the fact they've trafficked their own flesh and blood.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Reluctantly, I got out the car and slammed the door behind me. The man takes my hand and leads me into the slums. Before we cross the gate, I turn to face my parents who are preparing to drive away.

I look them both dead in the eyes. I felt a burning fire deep in my chest. The urge to run back and hurt them worse than they hurt me. Stab them the way they did me in the back.

But I settled with a middle finger.

I made my way through the gate, never to see my home or family again.

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The room fell silent. Enjin had sat next to me and held my hand.

He took his time taking everything in; he had dispersed his anger, but confusion still marked his face.

"How could they do that?" He whispered.

"They sold you to some random but how did that lead you down here?"

I went to answer, but there was a firm knock on the door.

I made my way, and opening revealed Semiu.

"Dude, are you okay? I just spoke to Zanka. You've never had a freak out that bad are you taking you medication? Do you need anything? I'm sorry. I--"

"Miu, I'm fine. Enjin helped me." I stepped back to reveal him sat on the bed, head in his hands.

Semiu looked over at him, back at me, then stepped closer

"Is everything okay?"

"Yea... I'm telling him everything. Literally everything"

She nodded and looked back at him.

"Okay, if you guys need anything, I'll be at the desk. Just remember she's okay now," she directed to Enjin.

He didn't respond, but reacted with a nod.

I closed the door and headed back to the bed. My arms wrapped around him.

He pulled me in, one arm around my waist and his other hand on my head.

"What did they do to you?"

I pulled back and held his face in my hands. My thumbs wiped away the tears.

It is the worst imaginable.

I sniffed quietly as I recalled that awful month.

"There was a group of them, they would go round The Sphere like hitmen. People paid them to do their dirty work. Robberies, murders...trafficking."

----

"Imani, come," I emerged from my room to find The Man sat in front of the TV

"Look, you're famous." On the screen was a newsreel.

State officials declared 14-year-old Imani Sakira dead.

I stared at the TV, unsure what to think. How could they have found my body when I am very much alive?

"It's all sorted, so now you can stay here forever. No one will be looking for you." He walked towards me and pulled me close.

"We can live in peace now, just me and you." He kissed my temple as I cringed at the feeling.

"Let's celebrate." I stiffened.

No, not again.

This forever, no one is worried about me. No one looking and no way to escape.

I truly would rather actually be dead than live this hell for the rest of my life.

As his hands started to roam my body, I made a split decision.

Death, that is my only true escape.

But how?

I zone out as I calculate my plan.

Wait, we live on the edge of town, I can just run off the edge.

Without thinking any further, I sprang into action. My knee came in contact with his crotch. As he doubles over in pain, I sprint out the front door.

"What is my quickest route?" I ask myself.

I dart left as I hear him shouting after me, his footsteps echoing in the streets

"Come back, you ungrateful bitch"

My lungs were burning, but I don't slow down.

I can see the edge and feel the natural hesitation.

Would it truly be bad if I stayed? Well, now it would be, The Man is not the most forgiving person.

I look back and see him creeping closer, his larger frame benefitting him with large steps.

I focus my mind on the edge. It comes closer than expected and before I know it I am free-falling.

The fall is pitch black, no way to gauge how long I will be falling for. I look up and see the man stopping, shouting abuse down at me.

I'm free, I am finally free. For the first time in years, I can breathe.

I took in a deep breathe, enjoying the weightlessness.

And then I hit the ground.

---

"I then woke up in the infirmary here. Arkha found me. I was terrified and confused. I wasn't expecting to wake up. Especially after a fall like that."

I fixated on my trusted pencil on the desk ahead of us.

"After a couple of days, I spoke and told him everything. He promised to protect me. Told me that Raiders had heard of the surviving Spherite and were after me. If that were to happen, I would be back in the same situation I was running from."

There was a slight glow, my pencil senses when I am in distress and is ready to go whenever needed.

"We agreed to hide me. Change my name, so even if they come looking for me, no one would know who they are talking about. We came up with a backstory: my parents abandoned me as a child - which is not completely false - and he took me in. I learnt I was a Giver not long after. I found comfort in drawing and had a favourite pencil. no one could use it."

The glow on the desk subsided. I was content with the life I managed to build for myself.

Enjins breaths were shallow.

"Why couldn't you tell me?"

I look him in the eye, his hands clutched in mine.

"Because no one knows. The only reason Semiu does is because they did come after me. We needed an extra layer of protection, and who is better than the person who can see everything." I giggled to myself slightly

"I'm sorry." Enjin declared

"I should've trusted there was a reason. I just couldn't accept that. Is that why you hate Rudo? You think he's a spy or something?" He enquired.

"I don't hate the kid himself. I hate what he is, a permanent reminder of the life I used to have. But he also shows that after all these years, nothing has changed up there."

Enjin nodded in understanding.

"I get it. You know you're safe right. If anything him being here takes the pressure off you."

"I know. It's still rough though." I admitted

" As tough as it may be, I'm here with you every step of the way." He moved his hand to my cheek

"I Love You, Aspen. Nothing will change that." He leaned in slowly, not wanting to spook me.

I met him halfway. His lips were soft on mine. It was tender and loving.

"I Love You too, Enjin."

We stay in the same position for a while before getting comfortable in bed. He held me close than he ever has, as if he's scared I'll run away"

"We have a mission in No Man's Land tomorrow. You're coming with me, we are gathering intel and I need the smartest Cleaner in this building with me."

"Zanka won't be happy to hear he's lost the smartest title" I joke

"Zanka is never happy"

I laughed in each others arms and fell asleep. And for the first time in a long time...I felt free.

Content: Chapter 2 of Hidden Faces//Detailed panic attack//emetophobia warning

My lungs constricted as I ran through the halls. Thoughts plagued my head and emotions filled my heart. The thought of my relationship ending over a ten-year secret devastated me, but I had to keep moving.

As I ran, I called out for Enjin, but no response came. I went everywhere I thought he could be.

His room.

The common room.

His smoking area.

But he was nowhere to be found.

After an hour of searching, I finally allowed myself to stop. I held onto the wall for support as the tears came rushing. The hallway felt smaller and spun as intrusive thoughts plagued my mind.

Enjin and I had been together for 3 years. Like any couple, we fought, but we always made up quickly. This was the first time I truly believed he would leave me.

My breath quickened and my head felt hazy.

Great, I'm going to die before I find him.

"Aspen?" I followed the voice and was looking up at Zanka.

"What are you doing down there?"

It was only then that I realised I was lying on the floor, curled up with my back to the wall.

"... fine" is all I could mutter back. The lump in my throat stopped me from elaborating.

Zanka came down to my level. He placed his hand on my shoulder, attempting to bring me back to reality.

"Can you get up, or do you need me to get Enjin?" Zanka enquired

The mention of his name sent me into a frenzy. I have had panic attacks before, but never this bad. Normally, a few breathing exercises and a hug would calm me down. But it was apparent that wouldn't work here.

"Zanka, you good?" I was so uncontrollable I couldn't even process who had walked into the situation.

The same words flew around my head.

He is gone.

He left you.

He is gone.

He left you.

I felt a powerful pair of hands grab my arms and sit me up. I was face level with the love of my life. The sobs echoed as I grabbed onto him.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave. I can explain. Enjin I'm begging you, please," Enjin pulled me into a tight hug and we sat there for a minute. Once he realised I wasn't calming down, he stood up and took me in his arms.

I held on for dear life, repeating my pleas.

I was so out of it I didn't notice Enjin carrying me back to my room, leaving Zanka wondering what was going on.

He had kicked the door open and brought me straight to the bathroom. He placed me on the floor and walked over to the bath to turn it on.

I briefly came to, and a wave of nausea took over. I turned to the toilet and the lunch we had in the city reappeared. Within seconds, Enjin was behind me, pulling my hair back into a puff. I sat there retching until my body calmed down.

Great, caught lying to my boyfriend and then cried myself to the point of throwing up. Great job, Aspen. Nice way to make yourself the victim.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Enjin cooed.

He flushed the toilet and held out a hand to help me up. I walked over to the bath and slowly stripped off, stepping cautiously into the hot water.

I sat in the tub, motionless. No sobs, no thoughts. Just stray tears racing down my face.

Enjin sat on the floor, staring at the wall. I couldn't tell whether he was mad or simply confused. I glanced over at him and took in his appearance.

His eyes were red and puffy. There were tear stains on his cheeks. His body language showed defeat. Shoulders hunched, his head hung low as he held his knees.

He looked over at me and, without a word, he stood up and grabbed my washcloth to wash me off. I didn't say a word. I just allowed him to look after the same way he always did after I had a panic attack.

We finished up, and Enjin grabbed me a towel. I wrapped myself up and went into the bedroom whilst he cleaned up. I threw on a random shirt of his and fell back on the bed.

I was staring at the ceiling when I felt him join me. His arm reached out but hesitantly retracted.

We sat in further silence, neither one of us daring to break it.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" The blond whispered.

Although he seems tough, under the tattooed exterior was a sensitive man. One who never thought he would doubt the woman he wanted to make his wife.

I turned my head to look at him. His eyes begged for answers. I took a deep breath before answering.

"No, no, I wasn't. I thought about it, but I always thought it would be easier not to."

I wasn't proud of hiding such a big part of my life from him, but it was the only way to stay safe.

"Okay. I guess my next question is who the fuck are you?" His voice laced with venom.

This was going to happen at some point, Aspen.

I sat up quickly as the thought reentered my mind. I can't open up like this.

But I have to.

If I want even the opportunity to fix this mess, I have to talk.

"Well, first, my name isn't Aspen. It's Imani"

Aspen likes to keep to herself, she shares what she needs to and calls it a day. But a new arrival on The Ground forces her secrets to resurface. How will this affect her relationship, her friendships and work?

Notes: 18+//Straight Angst from the beginning//OC is black but there isn't much description//(loosely) based off of the anime Overall warnings: 18+ (will get smutty)// mention and descriptions of mental health//strong language//

The phone kept ringing over and over, each ring seeming louder than the last.

I buried my head deeper into my pillow, trying to zone out the shrills from across the room.

Surely he isn't trying this hard?

Of course he wasn't. He didn't seem bothered when he was talking to her in the bar.

Or when his hand was around her waist.

Or when she connected the two with a kiss.

No, in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He was at peace. A scene of serenity washed over him as he melted into it. A layer of comfort that was quickly taken away once he opened his eyes and saw me.

He saw my heart shattering right in front of him, into pieces that not even the strongest Giver could recycle.

Yet he still ran after me, still called, still begged for my forgiveness.

After 15 minutes of banging on my door and trying the locks, I thought he would give up. But resorted to other methods, calling my choker and when unsuccessful, my phone.

"You need to give up, man, leave me be," I thought as the jarring sound filled the room.

After fighting the internal urge to pick up the call, the harsh silence cut through my thoughts.

He finally got the hint.

I turned over in bed and allowed myself to fall within the comfort. I was quickly dragged out by the returning sound of knocking on my door.

The floor was cold, but the atmosphere colder as I sulked over to the door, swinging it open with the strength of 1000 soldiers.

"What could you possibly want?" I whispered abruptly.

Enjin was surprised by my outburst. I don't understand why. Yes, we weren't in an official relationship, but I thought we were at least on the same page.

"Look, I'm sorry. That was the drink and I-"

I quickly cut him off with a loud sigh.

"I don't care, Enjin. You clearly still want your fill. So have it."

With that, a closed the door and slid down to the floor, holding back the sobs.

I can't let him explain, otherwise I will happily continue whatever our relationship was.

"I'm sorry...I love you."

Yea sure.

Authors Note: I haven't written in years and this trash anime brought me out of retirement so please be gentle. I use an OC for this and it's going to be a little series. Please send in requests I need to scratch this writing itch I have.

I love this breaking bad clip and instantly thought of Enjin and My OC, I promise they are a happy couple.

The past week had been overwhelming.

Trash beasts were popping up everywhere. They had assigned me to training many new cleaners and Enjin and I only saw each other for the 5 mins before we both passed out after a long day.

We somehow persuaded Semiu to give us the day off and went to chill in No Mans Land. The lack of people gave peace, and Trash Beasts gave us entertainment.

"What is that kid doing?"

I looked up from my sketchbook and saw Enjin peering through his binoculars, clocked on a weird child parkouring through the trash.

"I don't know, but let's not get involved. I haven't drawn all week."

Before I could finish my sentence, Enjin was already up. A sense of determination radiated off him.

I sighed with discontent and got up, too.

"We're going to investigate, aren't we?"

"Of course we are boo, keep that pencil close."

Enjin activated Umbreaker whilst I tucked my beloved pencil behind my ear.

We crept up to the kid, and he seemed off. His clothes were nice, but obviously tattered. Fear and anger dripping off him.

He's a Spherite

"Enjin, let's leave it. I'm not trying to get involved in no Spherite,"

"Baby, he's a kid and clearly got dumped. This could be fun,"

"For who, me or you,"

"For the community Ma, for the community,"

"Who are you guys?"

We turned to face the kid; something visibly took aback him and I realised we were still wearing our full faces.

Poor kid

Enjin and I kept quiet, but the boy grew louder.

"I need to get back. What is that thing?" Enjin showed to the kid to be quiet, but he didn't seem to like that.

Their argument grew louder until Enjin finally snapped,

"I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU. THE SPHERE DOESN'T STAY IN ONE PLACE AND THOSE THINGS RESPOND TO NOISE SO NOW I HAVE TO WORK ON MY DAY OFF JUST BECAUSE I CHOSE TO DO SOME CHARITY WORK."

A loud roar erupted behind us, and the ground shook.

"Great, more work, more effort," I sighed as I pulled out my pencil.

"What are you going to do? Erase it from existent," the kid scoffed.

Little did he know, I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"Graphite Heart... activate" With a click, the mechanical pencil kicked into action.

My trusted vital instrument glowed a dark green before transforming into a large sword.

"Shall we, darling?" The blond gazed over with a bloodlust.

"We shall." Although displeased, I love taking a Trash Beast down.

Enjin and I flew into action and defeated the monster

---

After the fight, we returned to the kid who also showed off his vital instrument, yet he seemed confused

"What? How did I do that? What happened, and who are you guys?"

Enjin took his mask off

"The name's Enjin and this ray of sunshine is Aspen," I waved reluctantly.

Not long after, he started to choke and gag

"Ugh, it smells like shit. You made me take off my mask."

Two spoke for a bit as I zoned out

"Look kid, come back with us and we can see about getting you back home."

This brought me back to my senses.

"What are you talking about?" I whisper shouted.

"Come on Ma, you really wanna leave this kid out here?"

"I told you, I want no business with a Spherite. Especially on my day off!"

"Aspen, come on, let's take him back, patch him up to him to HQ and-"

"NO, NOT MY HOUSE,"

"SHUT UP- SHUT. UP."

We stared at each other for a minute, tension radiating off both of us. We are both hard-headed and never back down from an opportunity to prove who knows best.

"Uh, how long are you guys gonna stand here? I don't feel like fighting another one of those guys."

I look over at the kid and look back at Enjin, who has that stupid smirk on his face.

Knowing that this was a fight I was going to lose, I sigh and address them.

"Okay FINE, we will take..."

"Rudo."

"Rudo. we will take Rudo with us. But he is YOUR responsibility" I point my finger in Enjins face as he glows with pride. Oh, that man loves to have his ego stroked.

"I'm not a dog," Rudo piped up, obviously tired

"Don't care what you are, you ruined my day off."

I storm ahead towards the city, but was close enough to hear them still.

"Don't mind her, kid. She's a sweetheart, really. Just doesn't enjoy sharing,"

"SHUT UP AND START WALKING,"

---

After an eventful lunch that ended with Zanka being covered in literal shit, we made it back to HQ and I was sitting with Semiu at the front desk

"I don't know what it is Miu, I don't trust this at all. When was the last time a Spherite got dumped and survived?" I exclaim.

She scoffed and flipped through her magazine

"I don't know, man, maybe about 10 years ago. " She peered above her glasses, looking at me knowingly.

I glared over at her. My breath hitched as I looked around to make sure no one was around.

"Shut the fuck up! What are you doing just saying that? Do you realise what could happen?"

"Aspen, nothing and I truly mean NOTHING, would happen."

"You do not know that, Semiu. If anyone found out, even Jin, I might as well be as good as dead."

"You're being dramatic now. Look how he took in Rudo,"

Semiu has closed her magazine. She had a look of pity in her eyes.

"If Enjin found out I was the Spherite that magically went missing all those years ago, he would be heartbroken."

My words got caught in my throat as I fought back tears. Being dumped from The Sphere to The Ground at 14 really changes a person. It wasn't an experience I will share with anyone.

I stepped closer to Semiu, my breath seething with anger.

I looked up at her and whispered harshly,

"The only reason you know is so if anything were to happen, you can keep me safe. If I had things my way, I wouldn't have let Arkha tell you shit. I'm not trying to let this impede the life I have built." I looked her up and backed away.

"As far as anyone is aware, as far as Enjin is aware, Rudolph is the only living, breathing Spherite down here. Understood?"

"His name is Rudo,"

My blood ran cold, and I stopped in my tracks. I turned around to see Enjin stood directly behind me, lit cigarette in hand. My face flushed hot as I struggled to gather the words to explain myself.

"So much for being a team, I guess." He quickly turned around and stormed off deep into HQ.

Tears stained my face as I silently cried, gawking at the man fading into the distance. I turned back to Semiu who seemed just as shocked.

"Thanks." I shot at her sarcastically

"Aspen, you cannot blame this on me,"

I stared at her for a minute before turning to chase after Enjin.

This was going to be a long conversation.