#fadelstyle fanfic

[jehan-d-art]

...if I end up writing angsty smut involving a baseball bat it’s not solely my fault but also that of @deepbutdazzlingdarkness (in the kindest possible way - thank you for unintentionally inspiring me to write all kinds of stories).

this ship really has taken over my brain (just like a certain other side couple from a different crime-themed Thai series because for some reason I tend to fall for the side couples every single time, especially if they seem to hate each other at first).

first though, I've got to finish my trans guy Fadel and oblivious cis guy Style fic as well as the one in which both of them are alphas (because obviously I'm writing alpha/alpha fics again... I've not yet decided if it’s going to contain mentions/hints of mpreg but there might be hints of a breeding kink because when am I not writing alphas having some thoughts about getting knocked up). anyway, the new year has barely started and I've already done what I’ve tried to avoid: I'm starting even more wips instead of finishing more of my old ones. 😅

[artisdrama]

just published my first fadelstyle fic on ao3 (please check the rating and the tags before reading)

inspired by joong's the heart killers OST MV (not the song, if you had to listen to something to read this id recomend listening to this album as you read since it's the one i listened on loop while writing)

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

I think I'm falling in love with you. 

Those words slam into his chest like an iron, not hot with lust or heavy with fear, but with the warmth of love, as if Fadel's heart was finally answering his in kind.

Because he knows now, that feeling he had tried to ignore, the feeling that has been slowly wrapping around him like a vice. This feeling that has taken over his every waking moment for the last two weeks. It's love that made him ache with longing, that had his insides twisted with worry when he'd been unable to contact him.

It's love that led him here tonight, because even though he'd promised Kant that he'd let it go, that he'd let Fadel go….he couldn't. 

He'd shown up to the diner every day since the failed take down. He just couldn't stay away, not if there was a chance he'd return. He didn't care about his promise with his best friend, because he couldn't overwrite the promise he'd made with his own heart. 

That if Fadel came back….he’d do what he attempted to do a week ago, when he had so desperately tried to get Fadel to let him in, to show him that Style is here to stay, that he accepts him, all of him. Not just the smiles or his quiet, sweet caring side, but the scars and filth and blood…Style would take it all. 

Despite the voice in his head, the one that sounds like Kant, telling him over and over that this isn't a good idea. That Fadel is a killer. That he is dangerous, and no matter what happens, this only ends in heartbreak. Despite all of that…

He can't give Fadel up. 

Because he loves him…

And because he loves him, because he came back. Style needs to fulfill that promise he'd made with himself.  

He needs to warn him. He needs to tell him to run, as much as the thought of that makes his chest want to concave…

Fadel kisses him and pulls him closer. He wraps his arms around him, leading him in a slow dance as the music swells around them. 

Fadel is holding him as tightly as Style had wanted to the night before it all fell apart.

And Style…

He knows it's time. It's now or never.

He needs to tell him the truth.

(Sneak peak of some FadelStyle episode 6 Canon divergent oneshot)

[oopsalltropes]

my religion.

[imogenegomi]

Hi. Please write something where after that sauna incident Style walks in on Fadel pleasing himself in a dark corner or whatever in that dark locker room. Since Style caused the problem in the first place, he decides from the kindness of his heart to help out and "give Fadel a hand".

honestly this is what I thought would happen in the show after the sauna moment☺️ we got that beautiful moment at the end of the episode anyway, but I still want this scenario as well 😁thanks in advance✌️

[secriden]

Everything about Style is just driving me feral with want to have THK right now, immediately.

The way he's all big, bold gestures and confident swagger; the way his introduction includes a literal arms-wide-open welcome. The overalls unbuttoned until nearly the middle of his chest and how he's the only one in the main cast to be (literally) this uncovered (everyone else has 2-3 layers on).

I wonder if this hints to how vulnerable his character is, narratively speaking: how he potentially is the one that starts out with the least information (apparently Kant doesn't tell him who Fadel and Bison are when he makes that deal with Style?); how he may be the least physically familiar with violence because he's just a mechanic (vs Kant's background with crime/the police. Also the way in the trailer Style is constantly in shock when Fadel does something violent around him); how he chooses with his heart even after he finds out the full truth about Fadel ("You know I know everything").

When he describes his life, it's so... innocent? We get a snapshot of what he thinks his life is about and it's: fixing cars, collecting vintage cars, bowling and hanging out with his best friend. Every other character's answers are layers of subterfuge and double meanings but Style's answers create such a contrast by being so unfiltered. This is a character that (at least at this point) is guileless and without agenda.

I'm so excited to see Style pursing Fadel. I'm so excited to see Fadel try to remain stoic and unmoved in the face of Style's unabashed interest and enthusiastic flirting. I'm excited to discover why Style goes from attraction to being willing to risk it all for Fadel.

But also -- in a very different way than what Kant will doubtless be to Bison -- I'm excited to see how Style will become an escape for Fadel. Fadel, who just wants to sleep for 25 hours (he's so exhausted) and live a normal life, maybe open a restaurant that isn't just a front and a cover for the illicit job he maybe no longer wants, who enjoys solitude but wants to find someone to spend it with (he sounds so desperately lonely, my heart breaks for him).

Someone uncomplicated, who lives life fully, who isn't afraid to go for what he wants and who wears his heart on his sleeve.

In less than 5 minutes, this interview shows us the ways they could fit together like missing puzzle pieces, and I am so, so excited to see it fall apart and come together.

[includedisco]

I love smut but fluff owns my heart

The point where the show is at so far has inspired a lot of delicious FadelStyle smut fanfiction and I've enjoyed the hell out of it. But now I'm ready for some fluff, romance and angst too. So I hope the show is headed in a direction where it can inspire more than just smut

[fadelstylist]

In the Sauna

(FadelStyle fanfic)

Dedicated to @cagedinreality & @talibaozibang

Fadel's breath felt so hot against his ear, it was like he was trembling and burning at the same time. Style's hand wrapped a firm hand around his dick and a soft moan left Fadel's mouth.

Style's eyes checked him one more time. Fadel's face was almost hiding behind his neck. For sure there was shame but also a lot of desire and despair. Between his fingers, Fadel felt big and hot, ridiculously overworked, but still enduring. 

Style couldn't help but feel some kind of compassion for the way the man's stomach twitched every time his hand rubbed his skin. Fuck, this man was so hard that he could explode in any second and it was all because of Style's charms. It was kind of impossible to not feed his already big ego. 

Still, he could do better than this. 

His hand started to move torturously slow, but he was so wet that it was all a complete mess. It sounded so obscene that it had Style going crazy. His hand were sticky and slippery, moving on its own while Styles reserved all his attention to Fadel's face. 

The man was trying his best to hide his moans but that only made him sound more needy. His eyes almost shut, looking down at Style's hand and to his eyes from time to time. 

"Feels good, uh?" Style whispered against his mouth, kissing his chin, biting him a little. Fadel sounded even louder after that. 

"Ain't I fantastic?" Style says and his hand go faster, watching for a second how big and red he was down there, making himself feel excited. 

Every little expression in Fadel's eyes were extremely addictive to Style. He couldn't stop looking at him. Fadel's forehead fell against his. The whimpers sounding even hotter against his own mouth. 

"Didn't you wish you had met me earlier?" Style moans. He could feel Fadel's dick twitching in his hand, so close that to get what he wanted. Style was hard too, he could feel it. His chest was full of some uncontrollable excitement, he couldn't help but feel Fadel's joy and lust. 

They were both moaning in each other's mouths. 

"Shit," Fadel whimper and Style didn't think it even once before he fell to his knees and took him inside his mouth. The sensitive tip was softly rubbing Style's tongue and Fadel's hands were aching on each sides of his body, not daring to do anything. 

"You don't want to make a mess, do you?" Style moaned before he finally got into it, never looking away from Fadel's reactions. 

Fadel's left hand held a grip on his wrist. His strength was shattered. The weaker he looked, the better. Style was taking more and more of him, getting carried away from the moment.

Style's eyes filled with tears when he was almost taking Fadel to the hilt, when the man's hand finally wrapped around his hair and his eyes rolled back. The satisfaction in the way he vocalized his orgasm was so fascinating. 

Style kept swallowing all of him, still looking at him and his expressions, completely defeated, glowy and pleased. 

When it was done, they kept looking at each other in the eyes, like there was something they were trying to figure out. Style was still lazily blowing him, incapable to move on from what just happened. Until, Fadel forced him off his dick. Style was so into letting him fuck his mouth right then and there, but it would take a while for them to be able to. 

"How ungrateful!" Style joked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I wanted more," he insisted. 

Fadel looked so damn offended, but it was clearly just embarrassment. Style couldn't help but thinking he was cute. 

"I kinda need you right now..." Style said, revealing his hard dick between his legs. 

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Thanks for reading!

This was something I wrote trying to reflect on the emotions of both characters in episode 2.

Hope you enjoy.

Please, don't post it outside this page without my consent. 🫶

[feychild1225]

Ok, starting on Alpha/Alpha FadelStyle.

I got the idea early on, because I love projecting onto my characters occasionally, that alpha Style might also be demi. He might occasionally sleep with people without the connection, but it's not something he particularly enjoys.

Snippet just stating, so it's a bit rough

Style shakes his head as he watches Kant lead the omega away. Even from here he can practically feel his friend’s smugness. It seems like all his friend has to do is exist and omegas fall at his feet. Style only hopes that one of these days Kant will be the one to do the falling. 

Style sips on his beer and glances around the club. Several omegas and a few betas try to get his attention. Although Style sometimes jokes that he can have anyone regardless of designation; to be honest, his preference is a big, strong alpha. Also, unlike Kant, who never seems to develop emotions for the people he sleeps with, Style usually only sleeps with people he feels an emotional connection to. So, hookups and one-night stands are pretty much a no-go for him. Even during his ruts, it is easier just to take care of it himself than to try to go through the trouble of finding someone. 

[anebellet]

▪︎Capa Pessoal

• Te amo, te odeio • Leia aqui

[jehan-d-art]

Fic ending tag game

Rules: post the last sentence/s from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine)! inspired by @uhhhhmanda, thank you for tagging me @clawbehavior

10. shining day

“I’d tell her I’ve found my Dream Girl.”

Jeonghan has the urge to laugh and also to kiss Seungcheol until they are both gasping for breath. She settles for leaning forward, for giving Seungcheol enough time to pull away and only when she is certain Seungcheol isn’t going anywhere, Jeonghan kisses her cheek.

Jeonghan refrains from telling Seungcheol she has also found her very own Dream Girl, meaning Seungcheol herself.

9. you loved me as I am

Through all the changes in their lives, they still love each other, as the two people they used to be, as the two people they are.

Soonyoung and Jihoon will, of that Jihoon is sure, continue to love each other as the people they will be in the future. 8. HEART BURGER - Ratings and Reviews service top oh. how do I delete a review on here. nevermind, I’ll start again.

top service speaking about the chef and only about the chef. he’s got a really nice style, when making and garnishing his dishes of course, and he for sure knows how to work with what he’s got. for sure, top service. 7. secureness

Later,” Kibum whispers back, “I’ll do that later.” Minho smiles down at his phone and Kibum wants to kiss him already. Still, he really does get to do that later. He can wait, after all he has been waiting for quite some time already, what are a few more hours. 6. overlapping silhouette

That’s all that matters to Fadel, to protect the one person she still has by her side. Everyone else can go right to Hell for all she cares, after all Fadel knows she herself is already there.

5. my heart is on the wire [WIP]

Elijah really does not want to leave him behind like some kind of discarded pet. Gaon is more than that, to Elijah at least. She can only hope Yohan sees something worth keeping in Gaon and that he wants to have him by his side even after everything is said and done. 4. bet you like that

Tattoo feels content and sleepy and he drifts off to the sweetest sound, the one of a content and happy omega purring right next to him. 3. you wanna take a bite?

Minho hears him either way when he says:

“I love you so much.”

Minho decides not to be an asshole about it and so instead of “I know” he replies with a soft kiss to Kibum’s temple and then he leans down a little more and utters “I love you, too,” right against his mate’s lips.

Kibum lifts his head just enough to slot their lips together then and the resulting kiss is sweet. It tastes of sweat and blood and it tastes of the two of them. 2. call it magic [WIP]

Once upon a time, Minghao had hoped they would end up being just as close, just as enamored with each other one day but in the end his childhood friend had left him.

Fate had other plans and Junhui chose to travel the world for a few years. During his travels, he never once even attempted to get in contact with Minghao.

Still, Minghao waited for him until he finally told himself that it would only hurt him more once Junhui eventually came back or once he sent him a note, informing him that he had joined or formed a coven on his own.

Without Minghao. 1. change of scenery

Aran nods and he smiles when he feels the soft press of lips against the back of his throat.

He doesn’t turn around to ask to be kissed somewhere else, preferably everywhere but with the compromise of a kiss or several on the lips. They have got time for that tomorrow and maybe, just maybe, on many more days after tomorrow. I'm tagging @gaylilsherlock, @deepbutdazzlingdarkness and @darthfluff (no pressure to reply to this/to play this though) ^^

[gonardo-writes]

“Bison told me that your car had been acting up beforehand.” It didn’t sound accusing, more curious than anything but it still made his skin itch.

“Yeah, minor things that eventually snowballed into a bigger issue.” Fadel sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes.

“I meant what I said, I will care for your Jeep, she’s in good hands.” Fadel looked over at the other man, whose face was lit up from the street lights. He swallowed thickly.

Was i inspired by today’s episode? Yes, yes I was. Rip Fadel, but don’t worry, he will enjoy every minute 🤭

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Sneak peak of the Kidnapped Style fic I'm writing for @kaleidoskuls

Style wakes up slowly, which is probably a good thing, because it gives him time to adjust to the pain his body is in. 

He tries to stretch, to shake out his tingly limbs, but startles when he realizes that he can't. 

His eyes snap open, and he looks around in complete confusion. 

He's shirtless and tied to a chair in a cold, dark, cellar-like room. 

Where the fuck is he? 

And how did he get here? 

The last thing he remembers is leaving Kant at the pool…he was heading straight to the Diner but…obviously he never made it there. 

At first, he thinks that maybe this is just an amped up version of a role play. He and Fadel were kind of working their way through some fun scenes, but there's a few things about this situation that indicate that this is not a part of one of Fadel's kinky plans. 

One being the lack of a heads up, and two being that they'd agreed that drugs were off the table. And by the way his head feels like he'd downed a fifth of his Dad's special tequila and his mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, he's pretty sure he's coming down from being drugged. 

But who the hell could have-

Do you think the police are just going to let them go if we find their boss? Stop trying to think your way out of this, Style. Even if we find out who they work for, this only ends in two ways. 

Kant's voice echoes in his head, and he realizes just who it is that has him. 

It's his boyfriend's boss. The one that hands out the hits.

He doesn't have much time to worry about that though, because as soon as he starts moving and making noise the door opens and a man with glasses and a smartly dressed middle aged woman come into the room. 

“Ah, is our guest finally awake?” The woman says, voice dripping fake sweetness as she approaches him.

Style shifts the best he can in order to gather enough confidence to reply, “Oh? Is this a hotel? If so, I'm definitely giving it 1 star. Your hospitality really needs work, and the accommodations are crap.” 

When the woman smiles, it's sharp. Lethal. It makes Style's skin crawl. 

She looks over at the man. “It looks like we have a funny one on our hands. I didn't think my son was into comedic acts.” 

He can't hold back his reaction. “You're Fadel's mom?”

That doesn't make sense because Fadel said his parents were murdered, and the look in his eyes when he said it….he wasn't lying. 

She doesn't respond, only rakes her eyes over him before glaring and turning away, walking back towards the door. 

“If you make him talk, I'll let you out on the field next time.” She says to the man, who just gives a deep wai and a muttered, Yes, Khun Mae, and then she's gone. 

That was definitely the boss. A boss that refers to her hitman as her fucking sons. 

Now he's alone in the room with the man who looks at him like he's dog shit oj the bottom of his shoe. When he strides closer, Style realizes that he recognizes him. 

“You came to the diner.” He says, “To see Fadel. Who the hell are you people?” 

The other man just frowns and takes off his glasses, tucking them away in his shirt pocket before rolling up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt. 

“I’m the one that asks the questions here." He says before grabbing a handful of Style’s hair. It hurts, but he's had worse. Fadel has pulled it harder. 

“Then ask your questions and get this over with.” He hisses. He knows he probably sounds like a spy. He probably sounds like a cocky asshole fitting the role they believe him to be in. 

But the truth is…he's absolutely terrified. 

He can handle some pain…but torture? He can't handle that. He'll do his best, but he knows himself. He will eventually fold if they hurt him enough. 

He just hopes Fadel goes looking for him before he rats out his best friend and lands him in a seat right next to him. 

“What are your plans with Fadel?” The man asks, digging his fingers into his jaw. 

If it had been Fadel doing it, he would be getting turned on, but since it isn't, Style is only irritated and a little afraid. “To love and cherish him.” He says, partially to be a smart ass, but also because it's the truth. 

But apparently, the man doesn't agree. He lets go, only to viciously backhand him across the face. 

“Why are you spying on him?” 

“I’m not.” He insists, “I like him. Why are you doing this? Are you his family or something?" 

He ignores his question and hits him again. “Who sent you?” 

His lip splits. He can taste the blood on his tongue. “No one. Why would anyone send me to spy on my boyfriend?” 

That's apparently not the right thing to say. 

He brings back his fist and lands a solid punch to his abdomen. Style immediately groans with the force and pain of it. He feels like he's going to vomit. 

“Who sent you to spy on him?” He asks again. 

“Nobody!" He repeats, trying and failing to prepare for the next hit to his stomach. 

“Who are you working for?!” 

“My Dad!! I’m a fucking mechanic!” 

It goes on and on. Style answering the questions with half truths. He keeps Kants name out of his mouth and tries to get this guy to understand that he loves Fadel. He's not whatever or whoever they think he is. 

But no matter what he says or doesn't say, the violence continues, until his right eye swells shut and blood drips down his chin from his nose and shredded lip. He's in so much pain he can hardly stay present. He wants to just float away in his head. 

But then the man puts his hands around his throat and everything comes back online. He is choking him hard, putting in the effort to bring him to unconsciousness, but before he can slip awwy, his body does something stupid. A moan slips out. 

And well, he's starving, tired, and only fucking human. 

The man looks shocked as he releases his hold on him, but then he grins.“Oh? Maybe you have been telling the truth. Maybe you are just Fadel's little slut-”

He spits blood on the man's face. “Fuck you. Only Fadel can call me that.” 

He only gets to see a glimpse of the fury on the guys face before he's hit so hard the chair falls backwards…

And he slips into blissful unconsciousness.

[semantics-error]

Taming of the Shrew

I posted a new fic for my THK fic series, Shakespeare in Love: Taming of the Shrew Warning: this one is a rewrite while the others are possible additions to canon. It still sticks to canon in terms of the build-up and result, but how we get there has changed. I wanted to stay away from rewrites and I intended for this series to focus on Kant/Bison, but I truly could not stand Style storming into a space like a grief counseling group (TWICE!) telling some insanely offensive story, and not feeling any shred of remorse about it.

If you watched the grief circle scene and thought: There is no way Fadel would cave after that offensive behavior. And how the hell has Style never even wondered why Fadel is at grief counseling??

Then this fic is for you! I hope you enjoy it, it was very cathartic for me to write <3

[kerolystar2]

Synopsis:

In a world where secrets and emotions intertwine, Fadel, Style, Kant, and Bison navigate the weight of their choices and the haunting echoes of a past that refuses to fade. Amid the vibrant chaos of university life, filled with parties, unexpected encounters, and intense rivalries, they find themselves trapped in a dangerous game of power, seduction, and manipulation.

Fadel, a young man scarred by emotional wounds, seeks a fresh start alongside Style, whose arrogance conceals a vulnerable heart. Meanwhile, Kant and Bison struggle to preserve their bond as external pressures and their own past mistakes threaten to pull them apart. The arrival of Woon, San,Rowoon and Yeonjun, figures from their history, stirs up betrayals, obsessions, and unresolved feelings.

Through passionate encounters and painful confrontations, each character must confront the truth about themselves and the dangerous games they’ve chosen to play. When love becomes a weapon and obsession a prison, the line between redemption and destruction begins to blur.

"Between Fire and Shadows" is a story about desire, regret, and the quest for emotional freedom in a world where everyone has something to hide. Here, the masks we wear to protect our hearts may ultimately lead to our downfall.

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**Chapter 1: Night of Sins and Neon**

“The neon screams. The heart responds. And under the masks, desires meet.”

The electronic music pulsed through the cracked concrete of the abandoned warehouse, invading the bodies like an addictive poison. Neon, foam, smoke, and sweet vapor filled the stuffy air. It was the party of the semester—organized by the most influential heirs in the city, children of businessmen, politicians, and magnates who had never heard the word "limit."

The theme was a bold provocation: *“Masks and Desires”*. Under black lights, lace masks and provocative outfits mixed with forbidden touches and shameless bodies. Here, morality was buried with the first empty bottle of liquor.

Fadel felt out of place.

Leaning against a distant wall, he took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes wandering between the bodies on the dance floor. His younger brother, Bison, had dragged him into this chaotic scene.

Bison, of course, shined.

Wearing tight leather pants and a stylish ripped T-shirt, he moved through the crowd with wild energy, like a mix between Deize Tigrona in "Sadomasoquista" and G-Dragon in "Crayon." His short black hair and eyes sparkled under the black mask that covered only half of his face.

— “Are you just going to stand there like a statue, Fadel?” — Bison shouted, his voice trailing behind the music as he passed, shaking a colorful drink in his hand.

Fadel rolled his eyes and took another slow drag from his cigarette. He hated it all. The lights, the foam, the sweet vape smoke that permeated everything. Nothing in this place was for him.

“I should be home…” he thought, letting the smoke escape slowly between his lips.

Meanwhile, **Style** entered the warehouse like a controlled storm.

His eyes, sharp and slightly insolent, glowed behind the silver mask. The open shirt clung to his chest, covered in glitter and rhinestones, revealing his toned torso. A silver chain dangled from his neck, reflecting the neon as he walked between sweaty bodies and sticky foam.

In the corner of the dance floor, a girl in a black dress sighed:

— “Here he comes...”

Style smiled upon hearing it. Yes, he knew everyone noticed him. He ran his tongue over his lips as he inhaled the sweet vanilla vape, releasing a ring of smoke that lingered in the air like a challenge.

— “Style! Already causing trouble?” — someone shouted, laughing.

He merely winked and replied with a mischievous grin:

— “I never cause trouble. I *am* the trouble.”

That's when he saw him.

Leaning against the wall, almost invisible in the dim light, Fadel seemed indifferent to everything.

That closed-off posture, the cigarette between his fingers, and the golden eyes that glowed under the black light... Style felt a spark of curiosity mixed with a challenge pulse in his chest.

“A fish out of water… I like that,” he thought, biting the corner of his lip.

Style glided through the crowd with the ease of someone born to be seen, stopping right in front of the guy. He blew the sweet vapor of his vape into the air, letting the smell mix with the thick smoke from the party.

— “Who comes to a party like this and stands in the corner like an extra?”

Fadel slowly raised his gaze, his golden eyes lit by the neon.

— “I didn’t come by choice.”

Style laughed softly, blowing another ring of vapor toward his face.

— “Bad excuse. Looks like you’re just waiting for someone to pull you out of this boredom.”

— “I don’t want company.”

— “Yeah... but I didn’t ask if you wanted.”

Before Fadel could respond, Style moved in close. He grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt, forcing him to lean forward. It was quick, unexpected, and audacious.

Style’s lips met his firmly, soft and cold, while the sweet taste of the vape still lingered between them. The sound of the party faded. There were no more lights, foam, or neon. Just that touch.

Fadel froze. The cigarette slipped from his fingers and was crushed by the foam on the floor. His heart beat so loudly he could hear it inside his ears.

Style pulled away as quickly as he had advanced. His smile was even more provocative.

— “Welcome to the party, stranger.”

Before Fadel could react, he disappeared again into the crowd, leaving behind only the sweet scent of vanilla and a look burned into Fadel's mind.

— “What the hell was that...?” he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips.

In the middle of the floor, Bison climbed onto one of the wooden crates, earning cheers and whistles. He was completely lost in the rhythm of the music.

— “WHIP! HANDCUFFS! MOUNTAIN CLIMBER ROPE! THIS IS MY EMPIRE, DAMN IT!” — he shouted, raising his arms as a new sensual, electronic beat exploded in the warehouse. The sensual, electronic beat exploded in the warehouse, and he spread his arms like a king declaring war. Fadel rolled his eyes, taking another drag from his cigarette.

— “Idiot…” he muttered under his breath.

The party was at its peak, a whirlwind of masked desires and bodies boiling with heat.

The sweet taste still burned on Fadel’s lips. Style had disappeared, but the impact of that encounter was enough to leave his heart out of rhythm.

“I didn’t come by choice... but maybe I’ll stay because of him.”

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Sinopsis:

En un mundo donde los secretos y las emociones se entrelazan, Fadel, Style, Kant y Bison enfrentan el peso de sus decisiones y los ecos persistentes de un pasado que se niega a desaparecer. En medio del vibrante caos de la vida universitaria, llena de fiestas, encuentros inesperados y rivalidades intensas, se ven atrapados en un peligroso juego de poder, seducción y manipulación.

Fadel, un joven marcado por cicatrices emocionales, busca un nuevo comienzo junto a Style, cuya arrogancia oculta un corazón vulnerable. Mientras tanto, Kant y Bison luchan por mantener su conexión, mientras las presiones externas y los fantasmas de sus propios errores amenazan con separarlos. La llegada de Woon, San,Rowoon y Yeonjun, figuras de su pasado, despierta traiciones, obsesiones y sentimientos no resueltos.

Entre encuentros apasionados y confrontaciones dolorosas, cada personaje debe enfrentarse a la verdad sobre sí mismo y a los peligrosos juegos que han elegido jugar. Cuando el amor se convierte en un arma y la obsesión en una prisión, la línea entre la redención y la destrucción comienza a desdibujarse.

"Entre el Fuego y las Sombras" es una historia sobre deseo, arrepentimiento y la búsqueda de la libertad emocional en un mundo donde todos tienen algo que ocultar. Aquí, las máscaras que usamos para proteger nuestros corazones pueden convertirse en nuestra ruina.

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Capítulo 1: Noche de Pecados y Neón.

"El neón grita. El corazón responde. Y bajo las máscaras, los deseos se encuentran."

La música electrónica pulsaba en el concreto agrietado del almacén abandonado, invadiendo los cuerpos como un veneno adictivo. Neón, espuma, humo y vapor dulce llenaban el aire denso. Era la fiesta del semestre, organizada por los herederos más influyentes de la ciudad, hijos de empresarios, políticos y magnates que nunca habían escuchado la palabra "límites".

El tema era una provocación descarada: *"Máscaras y Deseos"*. Bajo las luces negras, máscaras de encaje y trajes provocativos se mezclaban con toques prohibidos y cuerpos sin pudor. Allí, la moralidad estaba enterrada junto con la primera botella de alcohol vacía.

Fadel se sentía fuera de lugar.

Apoyado contra una pared apartada, fumaba un cigarro, la mirada vagando entre los cuerpos en la pista central. Su hermano menor, Bison, lo había arrastrado a la fuerza a ese escenario caótico.

Bison, claro, brillaba.

Con unos pantalones de cuero ajustados y una camiseta rota con estilo, se movía por la pista con una energía salvaje, como una mezcla entre Deize Tigrona en "Sadomasoquista" y G-Dragon en "Crayon". Su cabello negro corto y sus ojos brillaban bajo la máscara negra que cubría solo la mitad de su rostro.

— “¿Vas a quedarte ahí parado como una estatua, Fadel?” — gritó Bison, con la voz arrastrada por la música mientras pasaba, agitando un vaso de colores en la mano.

Fadel puso los ojos en blanco y dio otra calada lenta al cigarro. Odió eso. Las luces, la espuma, los vapores dulces del cigarro electrónico que impregnaban todo. Nada de ese ambiente era para él.

“Debería estar en casa...” pensó, dejando escapar el humo lentamente entre sus labios.

Mientras tanto, **Style** llegó al almacén como una tormenta controlada.

Sus ojos, astutos y ligeramente insolentes, brillaban detrás de la máscara plateada. La camisa abierta, pegada al pecho cubierto de glitter y strass, revelaba un torso definido. Una cadena de plata colgaba del cuello, reflejando el neón mientras caminaba entre los cuerpos sudorosos y las espumas pegadas.

En la esquina de la pista, una chica con vestido negro suspiró:

— “Ahí viene él...”

Style sonrió al escuchar. Sí, sabía que todos lo notaban. Pasó la lengua por sus labios mientras inhalaba el vapor dulce del cigarro electrónico de vainilla, soltando un anillo de humo que flotó en el aire como una provocación.

— “¿Style! ¿Ya estás causando problemas?” — alguien gritó, riendo.

Él solo parpadeó y respondió con una sonrisa maliciosa:

— “Nunca causo. Yo soy el problema.”

Fue cuando lo vio.

Apoyado en la pared, casi invisible bajo la penumbra, Fadel parecía ajeno a todo.

Esa postura cerrada, el cigarro entre los dedos y los ojos dorados que brillaban bajo la luz negra... Style sintió una punzada de curiosidad mezclada con un desafío pulsando en su pecho.

“Pescado fuera del agua... me gusta eso”, pensó, mordiendo la esquina de su labio.

Style se deslizó por la pista con la facilidad de quien nació para ser visto, hasta detenerse justo frente al chico. Exhaló el vapor dulce del cigarro electrónico en el aire, dejando que el olor se mezclara con el espeso humo de la fiesta.

— “¿Quién viene a una fiesta de estas y se queda en un rincón como un figurante?”

Fadel levantó la mirada lentamente, los ojos dorados iluminados por el neón.

— “No vine por elección.”

Style rió bajo, soplando otro anillo de vapor hacia su rostro.

— “Mala excusa. Parece que solo estás esperando que alguien te saque de este aburrimiento.”

— “No quiero compañía.”

— “Sí... pero no pregunté si querías.”

Antes de que Fadel pudiera responder, Style se acercó de una vez. Lo tiró de la camiseta, forzándolo a inclinar el rostro hacia adelante. Fue rápido, inesperado y descarado.

Los labios de Style tocaron los de él con firmeza, suaves y fríos, mientras el sabor dulce del vapor aún bailaba entre ellos. El sonido de la fiesta desapareció. No había más espuma, ni humo, ni neón. Solo ese toque.

Fadel se congeló. El cigarro se le escapó de los dedos y fue aplastado por la espuma en el suelo. Su corazón latía tan fuerte que podía oírlo en sus oídos.

Style se alejó tan rápido como había avanzado. Su sonrisa estaba aún más provocadora.

— “Bienvenido a la fiesta, extraño.”

Antes de que Fadel pudiera reaccionar, él desapareció nuevamente entre los cuerpos de la pista, dejando atrás solo el dulce olor a vainilla y una mirada atrapada en la mente de Fadel.

— “¿Qué diablos fue eso...?” — murmuró, llevándose los dedos a los labios.

En medio de la pista, Bison subió a una de las cajas de madera, arrancando gritos y silbidos. Estaba completamente perdido en el ritmo de la música.

— “¡VENGAN CON EL LÁTIGO! ¡ESPOSAS! ¡CUERDA DE ESCALADA! ¡ESTO ES MI IMPERIO, COÑO!” — gritó, levantando los brazos, mientras una nueva base sensual y electrónica explotaba en el almacén. La base sensual y electrónica explotó en el almacén, y él abrió los brazos como un rey declarando guerra. Fadel puso los ojos en blanco y dio otra calada al cigarro.

— “Idiota...” murmuró entre dientes.

La fiesta estaba en su punto máximo, un torbellino de deseos enmascarados y cuerpos hirvientes.

El dulce sabor aún ardía en los labios de Fadel. Style había desaparecido, pero el impacto de ese encuentro fue suficiente para dejar su corazón fuera de ritmo.

“No vine por elección... pero tal vez me quede por él.”

[imogenegomi]

Prompt: Kant and Style trying to appease their jealous bfs when they learned that Kant and Style had slept together before.

Have fun with it!