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You never thought you’d say yes to going out to a rave party with him. It wasn’t your kind of thing? Was it..? You ended up making arrangements with Don after catching him after practice in his Ubers jersey. 

“Yo, wanna come party with me after this whole shit is up and done?”

You thought he was creepy sure he had weird eyes..small nose…tall..lanky…sexy. But you brushed those thoughts away and agreed nonetheless.

Snuffy joined you guys along the way to the club that the rave was being hosted at. Barou wanted no part of it so it was just you 3. Entering the club was like seeing colors for the first time, even though you were never blind. The flashing lights, the loud bass music, the ground feeling like it was gonna open up right beneath your feet. The vibe of it was overwhelming and exciting. This was your first ever club “rave” so you told yourself to make the most of it. 

Snuffy was at a bar stand, taking drinks, spitting small talk with some other folk who also came to party. Lorenzo wore a black mesh top and dark denim jeans, his neck lathered with gold jewelry and his grills polished, as usual. He looked ridiculous to others but you felt it kinda just fit his vibe. He walked up to you, ignoring the musical distractions and body thumping around you two.

“You really did show up, huh? What do you think of it? Cool as shit, right?”

There was truth in his question otherwise it was shitty small talk he tried to just push out. You gave another glance around—“The party’s nice but this  shit looks like sex rave. See that horned up couple over there?.”  You motioned to the men that were squeezing on each others asses and deep in their own kissing-sess to even have some self-control.

Lorenzo turned over and laughed “Yo your funny, no lies told though.” He snickered. “Wanna shake it up with me?” His odd way of saying “let’s go dance” without the straightforward-ness he’d usually use during matches when bids only got higher and higher and money wasn’t so tight.

You nonchalantly agreed and you two ended up on the dance floor. No physical touch was involved, just “friends dancing”. At least that would’ve been true if Snuffy didn’t give you two cocktails 20 minutes ago.

One thing led to the next with Lorenzo and you two ended up pinned against each other. Your soft hands slide under Lorenzo’s top as you leaned into the warmth of his caramel-tasting lips…making out passionately without another care in the world.

So involved in each other that you both ignored Snuffy’s calls for Lorenzo to get a move on since they had to soon enough head out. Ever since making it to the big lead’s schedule was tight with Lorenzo’s day to day activities and even his own time off.

You pulled your now swollen lips away from his in a string of saliva mixed in with a hint of a blueberry cocktail scent that seemed to linger between you two. His eyes hanged low like ecstasy had taken over his body and mind. His hands on your waists now loosened as he pulled away from you.

His grills shined in the dim light of the club as the neon lights flickered all throughout the place. His smile noticeable even from Snuffy’s stand-point. Lorenzo pulled himself away from you. 

“Do this again some time, yeah?”

And then he walked off to where Snuffy is..ready to ditch this place with a needy feeling flowing through his body and a sour taste in his mouth due to not have staying longer. 

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Yan! Chain, your cult, with additional members is so much more that it’s difficult to wholly sum up. But I will try.

NOT their official hcs for this page, those will be written at a later time.

Tears

I subscribe to the belief that this man is feral. He knew who you were and that you were his guide immediately and fell pretty much immediately. On grounds of sanity, he doesn’t have much. The malice and gloom swirling in his blood did it’s number on his sanity to the point he was already a madman when the chain happened upon him, not that it was readily apparent though. Before, he made the obligation to his forced status as hero. Polite, helpful, strong, silent, You get the deal. But boy oh boy, that shit went down the drain faster than a korok on a rocket. Once his eyes caught yours and he was returned to your side, he could care less of Hylia or the Triforce, let alone Zelda. Link had a new deity, a new purpose, a new person for which he was wholly devoted for. Only this time around, his deity smiled back at him, his reason for living thanked him for his sacrifices and his utter devotion towards keeping them alive was something he yearned to do. To have blood staining his hands as you fall asleep safely within his arms… arm, but that’s aside the point

First

He struggled to remember your guidance, he’d admit. Your kind smiles and expansive wisdom blurred in his memory, like a candle snuffed out. He could see the remanents, those smoky memories proof that your familiarity was well placed…. but he never got to see the warmth that you had. But it was when the flame in his heart was relit that he remembered exactly why he forgot you. And boy was he livid. Hylia stole his life, his freedom, that which he knew. But Hylia also stole his love, bitter that you held it instead of her. And so, you were ripped away from him too soon. And of course, he suffered in Hylia’s wake. Afterwards, he’d do anything possible to stay by your side, to cherish you as you deserved. The goddesses were dead to him, you were far more deserving of that place. He’d worship the ground you walked on if you asked, bring Hylia kneeling before you and strip her of her immortality if that’s what you wished as vengeance. In long and short, no matter the cost, he’d be there.

Fierce deity