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"October 31 - Shibuya"

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Ah hec i forgot the most important additon, part of the first chapter i drew!

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Mostly drawings ive made for it! Some of these were made while i was developing stuff so if its different that's why :D [i tried to put them in order of when i made them tho!]

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[ahqkas]

HEART TO HEART ; arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuela, charles smith

SYNOPSIS! how love feels like with him

In the vast expanse of the Wild West, loving ARTHUR MORGAN feels like a journey of ragged battles, a tale woven with threats of wounds and roughness that winds through the wild landscapes and starlit nights. To love Arthur is to stand by his side through the hardship of his outlaw life, to not be afraid of being hurt and to cherish the moments you’ve got to be blessed with.

Affection with Arthur doesn’t come easy, but is expressed through simple actions amidst the clash of your worlds. The reassuring touch of his hands against your shoulders that lingers to the skin of your fingertips. The warmth of his gaze that follows you anywhere you go, casting a light of protection over your body and soul. The genuine smile he gives you over a game of blackjack beneath you or a flickering campfire that’s between you two, the smile only you seem to receive.

Arthur cares fiercely and if you were to end up hurt by someone’s hands under his watch, it’d be over his dead body.

Love with JOHN MARSTON comes roughly at first but despite his stubborn nature, he truly loves you through thin and thick. He’s all teeth and claws whenever there’s a sign of danger near his loved ones. He’s not a flawless man, no. Stubborn and impulsive, that’s what he is at most, yet courage and loyalty bloom in his heart.

The outlaw consistently puts himself into harm’s way to ensure your safety and well-being. Although he often doubts himself on this one, he won’t give up without a fight.

To love John is to accept his soul and believe that whenever action he makes it’s for the best.

Like the unpredictable beat of hooves on a dusty road, love with JAVIER ESCUELLA puts you both through a rocky story, as dramatic as promised. The horse can be agitated, its hooves urgent. But the horse can be calm, its hooves steady. Javier’s love comes determined.

A sanctuary is a place of refuge or safety where people can retreat to find peace, reflection, and protection, whenever it’s within the reach of a physical space or within their own consciousness. His care is your sanctuary, sheltering you from the outside’s wrath. He brings out the good in you and your mind feels at ease whenever he warms up your heart.

Javier’s love speaks volume, a language specifically made to become understood by you only. Warm hugs, a gentle caress of your cheek, intertwined fingers. It’s non verbal, but you understand it all too well. Carrying your stuff, saving some of the warm stew for you, cleaning your weapons. You don’t need words to communicate.

A blooming flower with its unfolding petals brings out the same feeling in you as the love of CHARLES SMITH. Like the flower, your love with Charles went through the same process of growth and now you’re left cherishing the outcome of the nature. Every petal shows a page of depth, intimacy, and connection you feel between you.

His empathy and understanding makes him a safe haven for you, the comfort that hangs to him calls for you one too many times. He listens without judgment and offers kindness.

Charles goes out of his way to help you out in any situation, whether it’s by taking care of you after a rather close call or stash a dozen of poisoned arrows to your bunch, always lending you a protective hand.

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Starlit Promises // Sylus x fem!reader

author's note: this was just something my sister and I wrote while playing lnds together.

The low hum of the ship’s engine was the only sound in the dimly lit common room as Sylus stormed in, his crimson eyes blazing. His silver hair caught the faint glow of the overhead lights, messy from the way he’d been raking his fingers through it in frustration. The usual cool, detached aura he exuded was gone, replaced by an edge of agitation that had every crewmate present sitting up and paying attention.

He threw himself onto the nearest chair, sprawling out in his typical, effortlessly confident way, but the way he clenched his jaw betrayed him. Sylus wasn’t a man who let his emotions show—except now, they poured out of him in the form of a sharp, humorless laugh.

“She ran,” he said, his deep voice low and rough, like he was forcing the words out. “She just… ran.”

Rafayel, leaning lazily against the counter, arched a brow. “Ran? From you? That doesn’t sound right.”

Sylus shot him a look, his crimson eyes flashing with irritation. “Oh, it’s right. I got down on one knee like a damn fool, poured my heart out to her, and she bolted. Not a word. Not a glance back. Nothing.” He gestured vaguely with his hand, his usual composure cracking under the weight of his frustration.

Zayne smirked, perched on the armrest of a nearby chair. “Damn, Sylus. I didn’t think anyone could say no to you.”

“Neither did I,” Sylus muttered, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. He stared at the floor, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he added bitterly, “Guess I was wrong.”

“Maybe she didn’t say no,” Xavier suggested, his tone measured.

Sylus scoffed, leaning back in his chair and slinging one arm over the backrest. “What else could it mean? You don’t run away from someone you want to marry. She didn’t even let me finish.”

“She’s never been good at dealing with big emotions,” Caleb said quietly, his voice calm as always.

Sylus’s eyes narrowed. “So what are you saying? That I overwhelmed her? Scared her off?” He stood abruptly, his presence as commanding as ever despite the turmoil roiling inside him. “I thought I was giving her what she wanted. She’s the one who talked about building a future, about finding something real in this mess of a galaxy.” His voice dropped, quieter now. “I thought we were on the same page.”

“You don’t know what she’s feeling right now,” Rafayel said evenly. “Maybe she’s sorting through it. You’ve got to give her the chance to explain.”

Sylus shook his head, frustration etched into every line of his face. “Explain what? That I’m an idiot for thinking I could be enough for her? That she deserves someone better?”

“No,” Zayne cut in, his smirk softening into something almost reassuring. “That she loves you so much it scared the hell out of her. Running doesn’t mean she doesn’t care, Sylus. It might mean the opposite.”

For a moment, Sylus didn’t reply. He turned toward the window, his broad shoulders tense as he stared out into the black expanse of space. The faint starlight highlighted the sharp lines of his face, making him look every bit the rogue captain he was—strong, untouchable, and utterly alone.

“She wouldn’t just run like that,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. But the doubt lingered, hanging heavy in the air.

Meanwhile, you were holed up in your quarters, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Your chest was tight, your mind a chaotic mess as you replayed the moment over and over in your head.

Sylus, on one knee. The stars framing him like some kind of dream. His crimson eyes, usually sharp and full of confidence, softening in a way you’d never seen before. And then… the words.

“Marry me.”

It had been too much. Too overwhelming. You hadn’t even realized your feet were moving until you were halfway down the corridor, your heart pounding so loudly you couldn’t hear anything else.

Now, the weight of your reaction sat heavy in your chest. You hadn’t meant to run. You hadn’t even thought. The truth was, you were so overwhelmed with happiness that it felt like your mind short-circuited. And instead of staying, instead of giving him the answer that had been burning on your lips, you panicked.

You stopped pacing, your hands clutching the edge of the desk as you stared down at the communicator lying there. The thought of facing him after what you’d done made your stomach twist, but you couldn’t let this misunderstanding fester. He needed to know the truth.

With trembling hands, you picked up the communicator and sent a single message: Meet me on the observation deck.

Sylus was still standing by the window when his communicator buzzed. He glanced at it, and the moment he saw your name, his heart lurched.

“What’s it say?” Zayne asked, leaning forward with interest.

Sylus ignored him, his jaw tightening as he read the message. Without a word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving his crewmates exchanging knowing glances.

The observation deck was quiet, the stars beyond the glass casting the space in a pale, ethereal glow. You stood near the window, your hands fidgeting nervously as you waited for him.

When the door slid open, your breath hitched. Sylus stepped in, his presence commanding as always, but there was a guarded look in his crimson eyes, a tension in his usually fluid movements. He stopped a few steps away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You wanted to talk?” he asked, his voice cool, though there was a flicker of vulnerability beneath it.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I owe you an apology.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“I didn’t run because I didn’t want to marry you,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. “I ran because I was overwhelmed. I wasn’t expecting it, and when you said those words, I felt so… so happy, I didn’t know what to do. My brain just… shut down.”

Sylus blinked, his guarded expression faltering. “Happy?”

“Yes,” you said, stepping closer to him. “Sylus, I love you. And I want to marry you. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his crimson eyes searching yours as if trying to determine whether or not to believe you. Then, his lips curved into a slow, almost cocky smirk.

“You’ve got a hell of a way of showing it,” he said, his voice low and teasing, though there was an unmistakable warmth in his tone now.

You let out a soft laugh, relief flooding through you. “I know. I’m sorry. I panicked.”

Sylus stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you were looking directly into his eyes. “Next time, don’t run. I’m not exactly the kind of guy who handles being left hanging well.”

You nodded, your heart pounding as his thumb brushed lightly against your jaw. “There won’t be a next time. I promise.”

“Good,” he murmured, leaning down until his forehead was resting against yours. His crimson eyes softened, and the smirk faded into something more genuine. “Because I wasn’t kidding when I said I want forever with you.”

“Forever,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

And when he kissed you, it felt like the stars themselves were aligning just for the two of you.

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Somebody To Love | Cassian

Cassian x Witch Reader Masterlist | Summary: Under the starlit sky, Cassian wishes for someone to love...unaware that elsewhere, a love witch is making the same wish upon the stars.

word count: 2,300 | warnings: none, maybe mild angst?

a/n: I thought a proper little introduction was needed before I dive into this little au.

divider made by the lovely @tsunami-of-tears

The cool night breeze ruffled Cassian’s hair as he gazed up at the vast expanse of Velaris’s night sky. The stars shimmered like a thousand diamonds, casting a gentle glow on his pensive face. They’ve always been there–the stars.

He remembered little from his early childhood, but he vividly recalled the stars and the way his mother would hold him as they gazed up together. They had shone brightly the night Rhysand took him to his house in Windhaven. They had been there as he trained in Windhaven and during the blood rite, guiding him with their silent light. They had been there during the years of the war, those torturous fifty years under Amarantha’s rule, and all other nights.

The stars were his silent spectators. It did not matter where life took him, for the stars remained steadfast. A constant reassurance that even on the darkest nights, there was still light.

Yet, he dreamed of gazing up at them with somebody. Dreamed to have that special somebody, someone who would remain by his side and shower him with love the same way the stars shower him with light. 

Somebody to love.

Cassian sighed, the weight of his solitude pressing heavily on his heart. He thought his person had been Nesta but it did not work out and she ran off with another. That special place in his chest remained silent. Dormant and waiting or perhaps latent and closed off. He’s seen what the Cauldron has done for others, for his own brothers. Was it too much to ask of the Cauldron to bestow a similar fate upon him too? 

"Please," he whispers, his voice soft and yearning as he gazes upwards. To the Mother, to the Cauldron. But also to the stars, who are always listening. “If there is somebody out there for me, guide them to me.”

The stars twinkled vividly against the dark night sky, as if acknowledging his wish. He felt a flicker of hope ignite within him.

Maybe, just maybe, the stars would answer his dream.

**

Beneath the enchanting lights hanging above, you are gathered with your coven of witches in a hidden skylight cave. The cave was near the forest of the Middle, a neutral territory. Though it belonged to no one, the sacred mountain of the Middle had fallen victim to Amarantha’s rule for fifty years. During those troubled times, your coven had to cautiously adapt, finding new ways to convene and perform rituals to sustain Prythian without drawing the attention of the ruthless self-proclaimed queen.

But those dark nights had finally ended, thanks to Feyre the Cursebreaker. No longer did your coven need to tread carefully each month, fearing discovery and extinction. Now, you could gather freely, united in your efforts to strengthen Prythian’s courts and reclaim what was lost during those tumultuous fifty years

Draped in shimmering cloaks that glowed softly underneath the full moon, you stood in a sacred circle. The air hummed with an electric anticipation as you stepped forward, your gown a soft blush that radiated warmth. You raised your hands, and the murmurs of the other witches fell silent, their collective energy focusing on you. You began the incantation you knew by heart. The surrounding trees seemed to lean in and the wind stopped as your voice weaved through the night air.

But as your incantation reached its crescendo, a tremor passed through you.

Your voice faltered, the light in your gown dimming as your power wavered. The once-steady glow of the enchanted lights above flickered, casting uneasy shadows over you all. The other witches exchanged glances, some of worry and concern and some of frustration and annoyance. 

The energy of the ritual was slipping away.

"No," you whispered, a note of desperation in your voice. "Not now..."

You clenched your fists, willing your power to surge. But it was as if there was an invisible force resisting you. The enchanted lights illuminating the cave sputtered and a cold wind swept through.

The other witches stepped closer and you took a deep breath, drawing on their energy. But once again, your own power remained elusive, like a flame guttering in a storm. The lights above dimmed further, the magical glow fading to a mere glimmer. 

Your shoulders sagged, and you lowered her hands, tears of frustration shimmering beneath your veil. "I... I can't," you said, your voice breaking. "Something's wrong..."

The leader of the coven, Circe, stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "It's alright," she murmured. “Maeve, will you take over?”

Maeve, the chaos witch of your coven, stepped forward. “Of course,” she said, flashing you a smug smirk, her dark eyes burning into you. “I’d be happy to take the lead.”

You swallow hard, taking a reluctant step back. Tears well in your eyes, and you squeeze them shut as Maeve begins the incantation you failed to finish. Determined not to let your emotions interfere, you focus on her words. Despite your magic feeling faint, it responds to Maeve's voice, and the enchanted lights brighten once more.

As Maeve completes the incantation, a surge of power courses through you like wildfire. Stepping back with a satisfied expression, she basks in the praises of the other witches, her hand reaching out to Bellamy. Her boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend. Though many years have passed since your breakup and you no longer hold romantic affection for him, the sting of his betrayal still lingers as it’s flaunted at you every month.

The circle of witches slowly dissolved, their gowns blending into the darkness as the last of the enchanted lights winked out.  Avoiding Maeve's gaze, you move away, not wanting to be near her. 

But Maeve has different plans.

Arm in arm with Bellamy, she approaches you outside of the cave. Her dark hair shimmers like a raven's feathers as she pushes it back with those long talons of hers. 

“It seems the constellations no longer favor you.”

Daria, the sea witch and your friend, gasps, coming to stand beside you in defense. "Shut that cursed mouth of yours!"

"Well, this 'cursed mouth' just ensured our coven thrives for another month," Maeve retorts, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looks between Bellamy and you. "Among other things."

You hear a wicked chuckle somewhere from behind you as more and more of your coven trickles out. "Calls herself a love witch but can’t find love herself. How does she expect others to respect her now?" Genevieve’s hushed voice carried with spite. "Circe should just let Maeve handle our rituals from now on…"

“Her energy has been all over the place for months. I hope it’s not contagious.” Thea murmured softly. “We should keep our distance, just in case.”

Their words cut you sharp, much like those claws of Maeve’s would, and your frown betrays your hurt. “No, maybe Maeve is right,” you say solemnly. “I fear the constellations are forsaking me...”

Circe was the last to leave the cave, her sharp gaze already on you, undoubtedly catching wind of the coven's whispers. "Maeve. Bellamy," she says, voice firm and dismissive.

Without a word, Maeve and Bellamy vanish into the forest. Circe approaches you, clasping your hand in hers with a sympathetic smile. "We’ll find our way through this together," she assures, while Daria nods in solidarity. "For now, rest and gather your strength."

“Okay,” is all you manage to say, though you know there is nothing she can do to help.

Circle gives your hand a squeeze before stepping back. With a shimmer of golden light, she transforms into a white barn owl and vanishes into the night. Alone with Daria, you both lingered a while longer, catching up with one another. The two of you met often on your own, as much as your busy schedules would allow.

There was always much to say given the neverending gossip swirling among your respective courts. Such as the very handsome new High Lord of Summer and, in your court, the first-ever High Lady of Night. An hour later, the two of you finally depart with contented smiles on your faces.

As you walk toward your winnowing tree, you decide to linger a while longer. You head towards the small clearing ahead, a place you often go to after meeting with your coven. It was a place where you found peace and serenity. Something you found yourself needing a lot more these past couple of months. The words from your coven drift back to you and with a heavy sigh, you settle onto the ground. Closing your eyes, your fingers dig into the willowy grass, its cool touch grounding you

“Her energy is all over the place...”

“Calls herself a love witch but can’t find love herself…”

“It seems the constellations no longer favor you…”

Born to two powerful witches, you had high expectations to live up to. Cosmic witches were common among Prythian, especially the solar courts, but love witches not so much. They could only come into being through true and fated love such as you did. 

Once you came of age, you traversed Prythian, bringing hearts together and counseling the fae with advice and potions. Lost in the pursuit of uniting others, you never paused to question why love eluded you.

Perhaps, you should have. 

After losing your parents and coven to the dangerous creatures that had been let loose under Amarantha’s rule, Circe invited you into hers. She had been a good friend of your mother’s, someone you saw as an aunt. Her coven had welcomed you with open arms and given your immense power, you were often elected to lead rituals. 

For many years, all was right. You had family, friends and a sense of belonging. Then love came along when you fell for Bellamy’s charm, the sweet crystal witch from Winter. You truly believed he was the one, but then Maeve sunk her claws into him, and everything changed.

Perhaps that was the beginning of your downfall. There were other men who piqued your interest, making your heart flutter with hope. Yet, each one ended in heartbreak... for you.

For them, it often ended in them finding the love of their lives such as it did for Bellamy and Maeve. You had a strong suspicion that they were mates.

It had always been bittersweet—bringing fae together but never finding love yourself. You had told yourself it was okay. Your love would come when the time was right. All the longing and dreaming would be worth it when you found your special someone.

But failed love after failed love…

The curse of doubt slowly crept into your soul, seeping into your skin and bones, and it began to hinder your magic. The whispers of your coven members, their reservations and concerns, only added fuel to the growing flame. In quiet moments like these, you questioned everything—your abilities, your worth, and your destiny. Your magic, once vibrant and potent, started to wane, mirroring the turmoil in your heart.

But never had your magic failed like it did tonight. You feared you were no different than a dying star, dimming and fading into the void.

“Is it true? Have you forsaken me?” you ask the celestial beings above. Averting your gaze from the sky, you wipe away a few stray tears. 

The night brings a gentle breeze, and an oxeye daisy catches your eye. It sways toward you, beckoning, and you pluck it from the sea of grass. Your lips curve into a small smile as you twirl it between your fingers. Another breeze brushes through your hair, carrying away one of the white petals. An idea pops into your mind.

“The stars shine in my favor,” you say, plucking a petal from the daisy.

You then pluck another one, this time saying, “the stars don’t shine in my favor.”

You continue to do so until the flower is laid bare, just a stem and heart of yellow. The last petal remains between your fingertips as you whisper, “the stars shine in my favor.”

You let the wind take the final petal from your grasp, watching it drift toward the sky. As your gaze follows, the stars seem to shine brighter than before. Relief washes over you, transforming your tears of sadness into tears of hope.

You would rise above the whispers and the doubts, reclaiming your power and confidence. The constellations still favored you, and if they believed in you, why couldn’t you believe in yourself?

You would find love. True love. The kind that resonated with the stars and filled your heart with unending joy. The kind that would answer your dreams and end your longing.

“Please,” you say and the stars in the night sky seem to still as if listening to your soft plea. “If the stars do shine in my favor…If there is someone out there for me, help me find them…”

The stars shimmer again, twinkling as if winking down at you and guiding your gaze northward. They seem to point the way home, to Velaris. You let out a small exhale, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over you.

A small, hopeful smile plays on your lips as you take a last look at the night sky, the stars seeming brighter than before. 

Somewhere far away, an Illyrian male with a heart of gold stood under the Velaris stars, his own wish echoing through the night. And unbeknownst to you both, your fates were gently weaving together, guided by the same celestial light that watched over you both.

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a/n: Them wishing for someone lowkey reminds me of the scene in Lilo & Stitch, where Lilo wishes for a friend and then it cuts to Stitch's diabolical laugh. That's all I could think about when writing this. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3

also yes, I recycled some names from my other witch au lol

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Above The Chaos | D. Ricciardo

Summary: Amidst your birthday celebration’s chaos, you find solace on the rooftop with a bottle of wine. Daniel joins, offering comfort underneath the starlit sky.

— part of the Birthday Bash fics

Of course I had to post the Danny one on my own birthday 🤭!! I had sm fun writing all of these fics and I hope you loved reading them just as much

pairing: daniel x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

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The bass thumped through the floorboards, reverberating in your chest as you navigate through the throng of partygoers. Smiles flashed, conversations melded into a cacophony of voices, and glasses clinked together in a rhythmic cadence, each toast a testament to the joy and camaraderie of the occasion. It's the kind of party that Daniel always excels at throwing, especially for your birthday.

The air is thick with excitement, and you catch glimpses of familiar faces. "Happy birthday!" friends and family exclaim as they pass, their voices drowned out by the thumping bass of the music. You offer grateful smiles and nods in return, the corners of your lips twitching with the effort of maintaining your facade of enthusiasm.

Yet amidst the lively chaos of your birthday party, a particular longing tugged at the corners of your mind, an unspoken yearning for something more profound than the fleeting euphoria of the crowd, something quiet.

As you maneuvered through the crowd, you found yourself drawn towards the kitchen, spotting an unopened bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Quickly swiping it away, your gaze darted through the crowd, finding an escape.

You slipped away unnoticed, a ghost in the whirlwind of merriment, ascending the staircase leading to the rooftop sanctuary. Each step carried you further from the pulsating chaos below, closer to the solace of the night sky. As you emerged onto the rooftop, a soft breeze greeted you, earning a sigh from your lips.

The city sprawled before you, a labyrinth of twinkling lights. It was your favourite spot in your home as you could spend hours here in peace, watching the bustling cars pass through as everyone was eager to get to their destinations.

You found a quiet corner, away from the glare of the city, slipping your heels off and sinking onto a weathered bench, relishing the cool kiss of the night air on your skin.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to breathe deeply, filling your lungs with the crisp night air.

You uncork the bottle of wine, the rich aroma filling the air, but you remember that you forgot to bring a glass from downstairs. Just as you ponder the predicament of forgetting a glass, a familiar voice broke through the stillness of the night.

"Hey, there you are," Daniel said softly, still startling you slightly. You placed a hand on your chest, breathing deeply, "you scared me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to. Mind if I join you?" He spoke as he appeared beside you with a warm smile.

You looked at the twinkling sky for a moment, and then back at him. "Not at all," you replied, shifting over to make room on the bench. Out of all the people in the party, Daniel was the one whose company you always welcomed, even if you only wanted silence.

Daniel settled in beside you, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the vast expanse of the rooftop. He glanced at the bottle of wine in your hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Good choice," he commented, making you look down at the bottle and chuckle.

"I didn't even notice." It was a bottle of wine from his collection. "But I forgot to bring glasses," you added.

Daniel's grin widened, and he reached into the pockets of his jacket, presenting two wine glasses with a flourish. "Not to worry," he said, holding out the glasses towards you. "I came prepared."

You couldn't help but laugh at his resourcefulness, accepting the glasses with a grateful nod. "Thanks Danny," you said, pouring a generous amount of wine into each glass before handing one towards him.

"You're seriously wearing a jacket in this weather?" You eye him oddly, a laugh bubbling up in your throat again.

He shrugs, "you know I get cold, feel my hands." He holds out his free hand in front of you, and you easily clasp it in yours. "Aw, you poor baby," you tease him, setting your wine glass down to poke his reddening nose.

Daniel chuckled as you teased him, his cheeks flushing slightly at your playful jab. "Hey now, don't make fun of me," he protested, though his tone was lighthearted. "Some of us are just more sensitive to the cold."

You grinned, unable to resist poking his nose again. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert at keeping people warm," you said, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Daniel's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the proximity, the heat of his body radiating against yours. You hummed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A birthday girl special."

He leaned his head against your shoulder, one hand holding on to yours while the other swirled the wine in the glass, still not wanting to sip it just yet.

"Speaking of, why are you up here instead of enjoying the party downstairs? it's for you after all," he questioned, his voice softening.

"Just needed a moment to recharge, away from the chaos downstairs," you explained, squeezing his hand once more.

Daniel nodded in understanding, his gaze drifting to the city skyline as if contemplating your words. "I get that," he said, his voice sympathetic. "Sometimes, a little quiet time is all you need to appreciate the celebration even more."

You sighed contentedly, grateful for his understanding. "Exactly," you agreed. "And having you here makes it even better."

"Oh yeah? You're not gonna tell me to leave?" He grinned, a playful tone returning in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, dropping his hand and pushing him away. "Don't make me change my mind," you teased, giving him a mock glare before breaking into a grin. "You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not."

Daniel chuckled, leaning back against the bench with a playful smirk. "I thought I already was, from the moment we met years ago."

You jutted your chin out, "touché."

With a grin, you picked up your wine glass, raising it in a toast. "To chaotic parties and rooftop retreats," you declared, your voice filled with sincerity.

Daniel mirrored your gesture, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter. "To moments like these," he added, his tone soft but filled with meaning.

As your glasses clinked together, the sound echoing softly in the stillness of the night, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. Gratitude for the quiet moments of connection, for the laughter, and for the unwavering support of a friend who understood you like no other.

You took a sip of the wine, expecting the familiar taste of Daniel's signature blend. However, to your surprise, the flavor was different, richer and more complex than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, glancing at Daniel with a questioning look.

Daniel watched you closely, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Notice anything different?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

You nodded slowly, the taste of the wine lingering on your palate. "Yeah, it's... different," you admitted, searching for the right words to describe the unexpected flavor profile.

Daniel chuckled softly, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. "I've been working on this blend for quite a while," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "I wanted it to be perfect for your birthday."

Your eyes widened in surprise, touched by his thoughtfulness. "You did all this for me?" you asked, feeling a warmth spread through you at the realization.

Daniel nodded, his gaze meeting yours with sincerity. "Of course," he said softly. "You deserve nothing but the best."

As you sat there together, savoring the exquisite flavor of the wine and the warmth of Daniel's company, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calmness wash over you. With each sip, you could taste the love and care that had gone into crafting the perfect blend, and you knew that this birthday would be one you'd never forget.

You leaned your head against his shoulder this time, finding his hand again and threading your fingers between his. “Thank you for everything; the party, the wine, it's perfect.”

“Anything for you,” he murmured, as if stating a simple fact, but it warmed your heart, making you wonder how you were so lucky all those years ago to meet Daniel.

The night stretched on, the stars twinkling overhead like diamonds scattered across the sky. While you retreated to the rooftop for a moment of peace, you realized that you wouldn’t have found the peace in silence like you did in Daniel’s laughter.

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[eternalstarlitwonderland]

Cosmic Songtress

The distance separating her from the stars faded into a shimmering haze, a mere backdrop to the magic of her performance

When she sang, her voice transformed into a vivid tapestry of storytelling, weaving tales that danced among the celestial spheres

An astral songstress had emerged in the cosmos, captivated by the stars in their untamed glory

They responded to her, their brilliance igniting the night sky, casting a mesmerizing glow that reached deep into her being, overwhelming her senses with their radiant embrace

As she aligned herself with their dazzling shimmer, her lips parted, releasing notes that soared like ethereal whispers

Her voice, clear as crystal and infused with a soothing balm, called out to the stars and their celestial neighbors, drawing them closer

Each melodic phrase rolled like waves across an ocean, enhanced by the starlit glint that amplified her gentle sound

With infectious joy, she sang her ethereal melody, a harmonious engagement that stirred the very fabric of the universe

So enchanted was she by her voice that she hardly noticed the Milky Way joining in, a tapestry of stars weaving their song alongside hers

She sparkled, bathed in a silvery light that seemed to connect her with everything above

COSMIC SONGSTRESS

(Her love for singing cuts through the obscuring shadows, illuminating the path for wandering souls, leading them safely into the silvery embrace of dawn)

COSMIC SONGSTRESS

(Her voice weaves seamlessly with the celestial beauty of Orion and its radiant belt)

As she continued her cosmic serenade, her vocals grew richer, layered with an additional wave of soothing rhythm that enveloped her audience in a starlit lullaby

Each note acted like a balm, easing the burdens they carried and washing away their uncertainties

Her serene melodies took away the doubts and pains of wandering souls, extending a gift that transcended her fears

Though the act of singing tormented her spirit at times, her voice remained the spellbinding allure that enchanted stars across the galaxy

The radiant beings were captivated not just by her vocal prowess, but also by the ethereal beauty she emanated

As she drifted through the vastness of space, her song approached its climax, gradually enveloping the stars in a soft twilight

The brilliance around her began to dim slightly, a gentle indicator of the concluding crescendo

With a deep inhale followed by a sharp exhale, she summoned her powerful vocals for a resounding bridge that resonated through the heavens, transforming her song into a melody that beckoned all who wished to listen

COSMIC SONGSTRESS

(Her passion for singing pierces through the thickest shadows, Her voice illuminating the path for wandering souls as they seek the warmth of light during the enchanting starlit hour)

COSMIC SONGSTRESS

(Her passionate melodies slice through the deepest shadows, echoing through the stellar tapestry, each note sparkling like the stars in its brilliant belt)

The notes flowed serenely from her lips, a beautiful tapestry of sound that resonated in harmony with the night

Despite the weight of the astral pressure upon her form, her unwavering passion for song conquered every physical strain

The air was thick with the lovely effluvium of her vibrations, filling the night with an enchanting aura

The night felt intimate as if she were tethered to the stars themselves

And in this moment, it was her night—a time for her voice to be heard, unmatched, and unshared

She’s the enchanting songstress of the cosmos, weaving melodies that resonate through the starry expanse and capturing the essence of cosmic beauty

She will eternally be celebrated among the stars, her voice is like a shimmering beacon of light, and her light shining brilliantly will forever illuminate the night sky with her timeless essence with a brilliance that touches the hearts of all who look up, a lasting tribute to a remarkable spirit

[youatemylollipop]

A/N: This is a small drabble of Izana’s and the reader’s relationship in the future, based on my other fanfic “Ensnared by the Orchid’s Gaze”, that I’ve been requested to write by a user on ao3. Hope you guys enjoy!😊

Synopsis: You and Izana share a tender moment on your balcony under the starlit sky.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers:

Characters: Kurokawa Izana X Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Standing on the balcony at night, the young man is enveloped in a serene darkness punctuated by the soft glow of countless stars. The sky stretches like an endless black canvas, dotted with shimmering points of light, each star twinkling with its own subtle hue. The Milky Way appears as a faint, luminous ribbon, adding a sense of depth and mystery to the celestial expanse.

The air is cool and crisp, carrying the faint, earthy scent of the surrounding landscape. Below, the silhouette of trees and distant hills merge with the shadows, their forms barely distinguishable in the dim light. The gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a night creature add to the peaceful ambiance.

“Zana…” You whispered softly, voice slightly muffled by the night breeze as you stood near the glass door that led to the balcony.

The young man turns his gaze from the sky towards you, his demeanor calm and composed. A flicker of curiosity passes through his orchid eyes as he regards you with a slight tilt of his head. The cool night air brushes past you, carrying with it the soft scent of the stars and the surrounding trees. His expression remains unreadable, yet his eyes hold a quiet intensity, as if he were waiting for you to speak.

You purse your lips, fingers fiddling idly with the small, golden piece of jewelry encircling your thin ring finger. [E/c] eyes flicker to meet his flowery ones as you find yourself engrossed in them—like always.

“It’s getting cold, Zana.”

As you spoke his nickname, his lips curled into a slight smirk, his orchid eyes locking with your own [e/c] ones. He regarded you with a hint of amusement, noting the way your fingers played with the golden ring.

"Cold?" He let out a soft chuckle, his breath visible in the cool air.

"Are you shivering? If you're that cold, feel free to come closer." He replied, his voice carrying a touch of teasing in it. You huff, bemused by his uncharacteristic playfulness. He’s been quiet lately, more so than usual.

The weather is calm, but the crisp autumn air isn’t much to your liking. Despite it all, your feet quietly carry you to where he stands, in search of some warmth.

As you approached him, the young man's gaze remained fixed on you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He observed as you drew closer, his orchid eyes gleaming in the soft light of the stars above.

“Is that what you came here for, my dear?” He teased, his words laced with mild amusement. He held out his hand, a gesture inviting you to stand beside him, the cool night air gently tousling his black blond hair.

As you leaned against his side, his arm instinctively found its way around your shoulders, a gentle warmth emanating from his touch. His orchid eyes stayed fixed on the sky, but his gaze occasionally drifted to your profile, appreciating the way the moonlight illuminated your features.

"Can't handle a little chill?" He inquired teasingly, a hint of playfulness coloring his voice.

You snorted, “You provide me enough chill on a daily basis, Zana.”

His smirk widened slightly, his orchid eyes twinkling with mild amusement. He playfully scoffed at your comment, his arm still resting around your shoulders.

"I'm flattered that you're equating my presence to the cold." He let out another soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"You're not incorrect, though. I've heard that cold and distant are my defining qualities."

“Whatever you say, Zana,” you answer with a teasing lilt to your voice. His smirk widened further at your playful tone, his orchid eyes gleaming.

"Ah, my one true weakness, your taunts," he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. His arm remained around your shoulders, his touch still providing a subtle warmth through the cool night air. His gaze shifted back toward the stars above, his demeanor returning to its usual composed state.

"I imagine you find great enjoyment in pushing my buttons, don't you?" You let out a chorus of light giggles as you nuzzled up to him.

As you nuzzled against him, his orchid eyes watched your amused expression. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, his expression softening.

"Laughter suits you," he admitted, a hint of affection seeping into his voice. The cold night air carried a trace of fondness in its embrace, and for a brief moment his demeanor was lighter than usual. He leaned into you, his body heat mingling with yours.

“Do you know what suits you?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes. His smirk returned, his orchid eyes gleaming with intrigue at your question.

"Oh?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“I must admit, I'm rather curious as to where this is going." A subtle sense of anticipation tinged his demeanor, his gaze fixated on you, waiting for your answer.

“I think you’re the prettiest when I pamper you with kisses,” you leaned in closer. Your lips, adorned with a soft, rosy lipstick, left delicate imprints on his skin as you kissed him all over his face.

Each kiss was a tender mark of affection, the lipstick transferring a gentle blush to his cheeks, creating a pattern of your love. Your giggles intertwined with his laughter, adding a playful melody to your intimate moment.

As your lips traced kisses along his skin, leaving behind a trail of faint pink imprints, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. The sight of the rosy lipstick staining his cheeks sent a mix of amusement and affection through him, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He playfully tried to evade your kisses, but his laughter betrayed any attempt at feigned annoyance.

"Look at the mischief you've gotten me into," he said, a hint of mock resignation in his voice.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Zana,” came the words mixed with light laughter as you continued to pamper him with kisses.

"Ah, but I don't!" He protested, feigning indignance, though the laughter that escaped his lips betrayed his true feelings.

The subtle tinge of blush on his cheeks deepened as your kisses continued, the warmth and affection he typically kept hidden shining through. Though he played along with his usual banter, the gleam in his orchid eyes made it clear that he appreciated the affection.

"You've managed to make me look like a blushing mess, you menace," he said, a mock scowl on his face.

“You’re the menace. Ask Kakuchō.” A dangerous smile crossed his lips at your comment, and the mention of Kakuchō only intensified it.

"Ah, Kakuchō," he mused, his orchid eyes gleaming mischievously.

"He'd probably agree with you. I suppose I do have a reputation for being quite the menace," he tilted his head slightly, a playful light dancing in his gaze.

"But can you truly blame me when I have a maniac like you constantly by my side?”

The remark was said in jest, but there was a hint of fondness in his tone as he regarded you with a half-smile. His orchid eyes held a softness to them, a rare display of vulnerability that only you would have the privilege to see. Despite his teasing, he truly appreciated your presence in his life; you were the one person who could tear down his walls and make him feel alive.

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” you huffed out.

"Now now, darling, no need to get defensive," he replied, the hint of amusement in his tone returning. However, his words belied an underlying sincerity, his orchid eyes betraying the depth of his feelings.

"It may surprise you, but I'm quite fond of your insane tendencies, my love," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"They keep things... interesting." You snorted, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I don’t doubt it.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips at your response.

"Ah, there's the attitude I've come to adore." His orchid eyes watched you intently, a hint of playful mischief in their depths.

"You know, I wouldn't trade this insanity for anything. It's what makes our marriage so uniquely... thrilling." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity and affection behind them washing over you like a warm embrace. You couldn't help but smile, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Well, aren't you sappy," you teased, attempting to mask the sudden rush of emotions that his confession had stirred within you. Despite your attempt to downplay your emotions, his perceptive orchid eyes caught the blush that tinged your cheeks. He let out a low chuckle, the warmth in his expression evident as he leaned closer, murmuring softly,

"Ah, my sarcastic darling, feigning nonchalance won't save you now. I see right through that tough facade." A teasing smile tugged at his lips as he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I love you, Zana,” you whispered softly, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh of contentment.

At your affectionate whisper, a look of contentment washed over his features, the teasing smirk replaced by a small smile that was genuine and affection-filled. His orchid eyes held a warm gleam, their intensity softening into a gentle adoration.

His fingers, which had been gently brushing the stray strand of hair away, now tangled in your hair, pulling you into his arms for a tender embrace.

"And I love you," he whispered back, his voice barely above a breath, as he held you close.

[fushigurokogane]

~ Starlit Promises ~

keith kogane x fem!reader oneshot. ENJOYY~~!!

The night is still, a rare moment of peace after the turbulence of your recent mission. The stars twinkle brightly above the Castle of Lions, casting a soft glow over the quiet halls. Everyone else has already retired to their quarters, leaving only the hum of the ship to fill the silence.

You walk slowly through the corridors, your mind still racing with the adrenaline of the battle you just fought. Piloting the White Lion always gives you a sense of purpose, but tonight had been particularly challenging. You're glad it's over, but there's still a lingering tension in your muscles.

As you approach the training room, you see a familiar figure standing by the window, staring out into the expanse of space. Keith Kogane, the pilot of the Black Lion and your boyfriend, seems lost in thought. His usually sharp features are softened by the starlight, and you can't help but smile at the sight.

"Keith," you call softly, not wanting to startle him.

He turns, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sees you. "Hey," he replies, his voice warm and welcoming.

You walk over to him, standing by his side as you both gaze out at the stars. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," he agrees, slipping an arm around your waist. "But not as beautiful as you."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words. Keith isn't usually one for sweet talk, but when he does, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

You stand in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The bond you share has grown stronger over the months of fighting together, and moments like this are a precious reminder of why you fight.

"How are you feeling?" Keith asks eventually, his voice gentle.

"Tired," you admit. "But also... happy. We did good out there, didn't we?"

"We did," he confirms. "You were amazing out there, as always."

You look up at him, your eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Keith. That means a lot coming from you."

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I mean it. You're one of the best pilots I've ever known."

Your heart swells with pride at his words. You know Keith doesn't give out compliments lightly, and hearing him praise your skills always gives you a boost of confidence.

As you continue to stand together, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You reach up, cupping his cheek and drawing him down for a kiss. It is slow and tender, filled with the unspoken emotions you both feel.

When you finally pull away, Keith rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I love you." he whispers, his voice full of sincerity.

"I love you too, Keith," you reply, your heart soaring.

You kiss again, this time more passionately, as if trying to pour all your love and gratitude into each touch. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.

After the kiss, you sit down on a bench near the window, still holding hands. The stars outside serve as a beautiful backdrop, a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the incredible journey you're both on.

Keith looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and curiosity. "Do you ever think about what we'll do after all this is over?" he asks.

You nod, a thoughtful expression on your face. "I do. I think about finding a place where we can finally have some peace. Somewhere quiet, away from all the fighting."

"That sounds nice," Keith says, a wistful tone in his voice. "I've never really had a place to call home. But with you, I think I could find that."

You squeeze his hand, feeling a surge of warmth at his words. "We'll make it happen, Keith. We'll find our own little corner of the universe where we can be happy."

As you continue to talk, you share your dreams and aspirations, the hopes you have for a future together. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by moments of laughter and tender glances.

Hours pass, but you hardly notice the time. You're so engrossed in your conversation, in the way Keith's eyes light up when he talks about his childhood dreams, or the way his hand feels in yours. It's moments like these that make everything worth it.

Eventually, Keith stands up, pulling you with him. "Come on," he says with a grin. "I have something I want to show you."

Curious, you follow him through the corridors of the Castle of Lions until you reach the observation deck. The view from here is breathtaking, with the stars stretching out in every direction.

Keith leads you to a spot near the center of the deck, where he pulls out a small, worn notebook from his jacket pocket. "I found this a while ago," he explains. "It's a journal from one of the original Paladins. They used to come up here to think, to plan, and sometimes just to look at the stars."

He hands you the journal, and you open it to see pages filled with sketches, notes, and musings about the universe. It's a fascinating glimpse into the past, and you can feel the weight of history in your hands.

"This place has a lot of history," Keith continues. "But it's also a place for us to make our own memories. I thought it would be nice to share it with you."

You look up at him, feeling a rush of emotion. "Thank you, Keith. This means a lot to me."

He smiles, pulling you close and kissing you softly. "I just want you to know how much you mean to me. You're my stability, my partner, and I can't imagine going through any of this without you."

As you stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you feel a sense of belonging that you've never felt before. The universe may be vast and full of dangers, but as long as you have Keith by your side, you know you can face anything.

The two of you spend the rest of the night on the observation deck, talking and dreaming about the future. It's a night filled with love, hope, and the promise of a new beginning.

And as the first rays of dawn begin to light up the sky, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together. Because in each other, you've found something truly special—a love that can withstand the trials of the universe and emerge even stronger.

HELLO MY LOVEESSS~!! This is my first Keith ficcc!! Did yall like ittt?? This was so fun to make!! I always imagine Keith just saying random stuff that would make me feel SOOO happy!! I hope yall stay tuned more ficss~~ LOVE YA MWAHHH!! love, ✭ Nika ✭

[grimfox]

lights

how many eyes have watched,

just short of terror,

at the vast expanse

of stars o'erhead, entranced by

candles farther

than the heart can stand?

how dark is the heart of man?

alone,

or gathered,

home, or

lost again?

lights when seen in darkness

are the hardest just to understand.

a starlit hush began, in ages long abandoned.

planets hanging overhead, the canon

of conflicted man, atoned.

stones that mark the land, a calling,

ages gone.

sparks that wander,

on and on,

no more a phantom than

the souls awaiting dawn.

[obsidian-vineyard84]

In honor of me updating my silly crossover fic: Miyakos Outfits :]

[Edit: heres the newest chapter :D]

[cailinsblog]

Summer Magic at the Hughes Family Lake | Quinn hughes

Dad Quinn hughes x mom reader

Masterlist

Quinn Hughes, star defenseman for the Vancouver Canucks, cherished his time off with his wife Y/N and their daughter Lily. This summer, they decided to head to the Hughes family lake, a place filled with childhood memories and serenity. As they drove up to the lake house, nestled among tall pines and overlooking the crystal-clear waters, Quinn's heart swelled with nostalgia.

Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. She had heard countless stories from Quinn about his summers spent at the lake, and now, she finally had the chance to experience it for herself. Lily, their precious three-year-old daughter, bounced with anticipation, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the lush surroundings.

The family gathered their things and made their way down to the dock. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a golden glow on the water. Quinn held Lily's hand as they walked along the wooden planks, the scent of pine trees and fresh lake air filling their lungs.

As they reached the edge of the dock, Lily's eyes twinkled with excitement. She had never seen a lake before, and the vast expanse of water stretched out before her like a shimmering playground. With a giggle, she kicked off her shoes and dipped her toes into the cool water, sending ripples dancing across the surface.

Quinn and Y/N watched with hearts full of love as Lily waded further into the lake, her laughter echoing across the water. Quinn scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around, the sunlight catching in her curls like spun gold.

After a day of swimming, fishing, and indulging in sweet treats by the shore, the family gathered around a crackling fire pit as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The flames cast a warm glow on their faces as they roasted marshmallows and shared stories.

As the evening wore on, Lily nestled in Y/N's lap, her eyes heavy with sleep. Quinn wrapped his arms around his girls, the crackle of the fire and the gentle lapping of the water providing the perfect lullaby.

In that moment, under the starlit sky and surrounded by the ones he loved most, Quinn knew that the memories made at the Hughes family lake would be cherished for a lifetime. It was a summer filled with magic, love, and the beauty of new beginnings.

And so, as they drifted off to sleep, the lake whispered its secrets, promising to hold onto their memories like treasures in the depths of its sparkling waters. The Hughes family lake had woven its enchantment around them, forever a place of joy, love, and summer magic.

[devilevlls]

Helloo! Can i request diavolo with the 19 drabbles prompt? ^-^

Hii! Thanks for the request. Hope you enjoy the quick drabble with the prompt! 💙

Wanna watch the stars with me?

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

The plan was to introduce Lord Diavolo, the prince of Devildom, to the nature of the human world. So, you both traveled to the countryside to spend time together. But what you saw at night was truly breathtaking even for a human accustomed to this atmosphere. The night sky, free from the glare of city lights, filled you with excitement.

Diavolo notices your enthusiasm and walks closer, picking up your hand affectionately. "Wanna watch the stars with me?" he asks, his voice warm and inviting.

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading across your face as you intertwine your fingers with his. Together, you walk to a nearby clearing. As you settle onto the grass, Diavolo wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both gaze up at the vast expanse of the night sky.

The stars twinkle overhead, painting a breathtaking tapestry across the darkness. The demon points out constellations, sharing stories and legends from his own realm. You listen intently, feeling a sense of peace and wonder wash over you in his presence. Who would have imagined that being with the demon lord could feel this wonderful?

As the night deepens, you find yourself lost in the beauty of the moment, grateful for the chance to share this experience with someone as special as Diavolo. Wrapped in each other's arms, you watch the stars together, feeling a connection that transcends the boundaries of the three worlds. "You know, humans are intriguing creatures. I never thought I would find such joy in seeing your excited expression," he admits, his tone reflective.

"Oh, really?" you respond, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face, curious about his thoughts.

Diavolo meets your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes shimmering with warmth and sincerity. 

"Yes, really," he confirms, his voice gentle. "Your passion for the world around you is contagious. You are your own light."

You feel a flutter in your chest at these words, touched by his sentiment. Leaning in closer, you brush your fingers against his cheek, a silent gesture of gratitude for his understanding. In response, he leans closer and presses a soft peck against your lips.

With the warmth of his affection enveloping you both, you spend the rest of the evening there, lost in each other's company. Giggles and shared moments of affection fill the air, creating a perfect harmony of love and laughter under the starlit sky.

Masterlistɞ

[keehomania]

accomplice (공범) — kim taehyung (김태형)

✧.* 18+

it was in love’s grasp that people found their greatest vulnerabilities exposed. it is love that held the power to bring forth both the heights of ecstasy and the depths of despair, often within the same breath. that weapon did not merely attack—it ensnared, it entwined, and in its embrace, it could drive its blade deep into the very core of one’s being. its effectiveness lied not in its force but in its subtlety, its ability to undermine from within while masquerading as a friend.

even as it healed, love could wound with the same touch. it was a gift that, when wielded recklessly, could leave scars that never fully faded. it was the smile that hid betrayal, the caress that masked intent, the warmth that preceded a cold, unfeeling end. love was the shadow that danced at the edge of light, a darkness that held the promise of all that could be lost in its pursuit. in the grand theatre of human emotion, love stood as the most potent of all the tools of destruction, draped in a veil of beauty and grace. it was the weapon that could unravel lives with the gentlest of touches and leave behind only the echoes of a dream once cherished. and in that way, love remained the greatest weapon of all evil, not through its capacity to destroy but through its ability to seduce, to bind, and to ultimately leave its mark on the soul, irrevocably changed.

in the twilight of your shared existence, love unfolded with the slow, deliberate grace of a symphony. the days drifted past in a haze of golden hues, each moment with taehyung a testament to the profound beauty of your connection. the world outside seemed to dissolve into a mere backdrop as you both wove your lives into an intricate tapestry of affection and vulnerability.

the first time you truly recognized the depth of your bond was beneath the canopy of a starlit sky. the night air was crisp, carrying with it the faintest hint of jasmine from the garden below. you had been lying side by side on the grassy knoll, your fingers intertwining effortlessly, as if they were always meant to be together. his voice, low and melodious, broke the silence. “do you ever wonder,” he asked, his gaze fixed on the celestial expanse above, “if the stars are just a reflection of our souls, scattered across the universe?”

you turned to him, your heart swelling with an emotion too vast for words. “sometimes,” you replied softly, “it feels like they are. like they’re whispering secrets that only we can understand.” he smiled, a slow, tender curve of his lips that made your heart ache with its sincerity. “i’ve always thought that love was the universe’s way of reminding us that we’re never truly alone. that even in the vastness of space, there’s a connection that binds us.”

in those moments, with his head resting gently on your shoulder and the weight of the world momentarily suspended, you felt the profound truth of his words. love was indeed a force that transcended the ordinary, a cosmic bond that defied the confines of time and space. your days together were punctuated by those quiet revelations, moments of profound clarity interspersed with the simple joys of shared experiences. whether it was the soft laughter that accompanied your late-night conversations or the stolen glances in crowded rooms, each instance was imbued with a beauty that seemed almost sacred.

in the sanctuary of your shared existence, where the boundaries between passion and tenderness blurred, love unfurled itself with a fiery intensity that was as consuming as it was enchanting. the nights spent together were not just a testament to the strength of your bond but also to the raw, unfiltered passion that coursed through every touch and whisper.

as twilight settled over your world, the air was heavy with the promise of something more. the room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the lamps, casting shadows that danced playfully on the walls. taehyung’s presence was a palpable force, a magnetic pull that drew you ever closer. he stood before you, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. the simple gesture was charged with an undercurrent of longing, a silent confession of the desire that simmered just beneath the surface. his fingers lingered on your skin, their warmth sending shivers down your spine.

“you know,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that resonated with an intensity that matched the heat in his eyes, “there’s something almost intoxicating about the way you look at me.” you met his gaze, your heart racing as you felt the heat of his words envelop you. “and you,” you replied, your voice hushed and trembling with anticipation, “have a way of making everything feel so electric. every touch, every glance—it's like a spark that ignites a fire within me.”

with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the distance between you. his hands found your waist, drawing you close until your bodies were pressed together, the rhythm of his breath a steady cadence against your skin. his lips brushed against your ear, the sensation both tantalizing and reassuring. “i’ve always believed,” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing, “that love and lust are intertwined, two sides of the same coin. It’s the way you make me feel that drives me to the edge of reason, the way our bodies communicate in a language that words can never fully capture.”

you responded to his touch with an urgency that spoke of the depth of your desire. your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, each caress a testament to the passion that surged between you. as his lips found yours, the kiss was a fierce and hungry exploration, a melding of souls that left you both breathless and yearning. the room seemed to close in around you, the world outside fading into insignificance as you became lost in the intoxicating dance of desire. taehyung’s hands roamed over your body with a reverent intensity, each touch a promise, each kiss a declaration. the space between you was charged with an electric energy, a palpable force that seemed to set every nerve on edge.

“you're mine,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff, pressing his body against yours. his hands roamed over your clothed skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. the scent of desire mingled in the air, thickening the tension between you. you didn't protest when he shoved you against the wall, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “you're gonna take it all.” it was a promise, a threat, and a declaration of his intentions. and in that moment, you realized you had never been so ready to surrender.

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, ripping it open to reveal your braless chest. your tits bounced free, the cool air brushing against your hardened nipples. taehyung's eyes gleamed with hunger as he took in the sight, and he didn't waste a second before his mouth was on you, biting and sucking, leaving red marks on your skin. you gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to grab his hair, pulling him closer as he kneaded your flesh with rough, demanding hands. the sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he yanked your pants down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him.

his eyes traveled down, darkening as he took in the sight of your wet pussy. “so pretty,” he murmured, before slapping your ass hard. the sound echoed through the room, making you jump and moan. your eyes watered, but you didn't dare tell him to stop. you liked it rough, just like he did. he smacked you again, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. “ask for it,” he demanded, his voice a growl that sent shivers down your spine. "please," you begged, your voice shaking with need. “please, tae, fuck me.”

without another word, he positioned himself at your entrance, his hard length pressing against your wetness. he pushed in, inch by inch, filling you completely. your walls stretched around him, welcoming him home. you moaned his name, your body trembling with pleasure. he didn't hold back, slamming into you with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. your hands clawed at his back, leaving deep scratches as he slapped your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust. “you like that?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “yeah,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm building. “i like it when you're rough with me.”

his hand reached up, grabbing your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “you want more?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours. you nodded, unable to form words. “good,” he said, tightening his grip as he picked up the pace. your breathing grew ragged, your body on the edge of ecstasy. “say it,” he demanded, his voice harsh. “say you're mine.” and with a final smack to your face, you did, your voice hoarse as you screamed it out, “i'm yours, tae!” and with that, you shattered around him, your body convulsing with the most intense orgasm you had ever felt.

the lush, intoxicating beauty of your relationship had once seemed invincible, an impenetrable fortress of love and desire. but as the days turned into months and the months into years, the relentless march of reality began to press against the walls of your shared world. the vibrant tapestry of passion and tenderness began to fray at the edges, worn thin by the harsh realities that even the strongest love could not entirely escape.

the weight of the evening felt oppressive, the air thick with the heavy, palpable tension that had been building for weeks. your small trailer home, once a sanctuary of shared dreams and affection, now seemed like a cage of discontent. the dim light from a single lamp flickered against the walls, casting long, distorted shadows that danced in rhythm with the mounting frustration between you and taehyung.

the last of your money had been spent on a six-pack of beer, a futile attempt to escape the grinding reality of your financial struggles. empty bottles cluttered the table, a stark reminder of how far you had fallen from the easy intimacy of your past. he sat across from you, his face set in a grim expression as he took another swig from his bottle.

“i can’t fucking believe this,” he said, his voice edged with anger. “we’ve been struggling for months, and here we are, with nothing to show for it. we’ve spent every last cent on this,” he gestured angrily at the empty bottles, “and we’re no closer to fixing anything.”

you glared back at him, your own frustration boiling over. “don’t act like it’s just about the money. we’ve been fighting about this constantly. every time we try to make a plan, it fucking falls apart.”

his eyes flashed with irritation. “you think i don’t know that? i’m the one who’s been working myself to the bone, trying to find a way out of this shit. but every time i turn around, we’re right back here, broke and angry.”

“and i’m the one who’s been holding this shit together, trying to make sure we have enough to get by,” you shot back, your voice rising. “it’s not like i’m just sitting around doing nothing. we’re both in this mess, and it’s tearing us apart.” the argument spiraled, each of you throwing blame with increasing fervor. the words became sharper, the accusations more personal. what had once been a shared struggle now seemed like an insurmountable barrier between you, your voices rising in a cacophony of frustration.

“we’re on the brink of losing everything,” he shouted, slamming his bottle down on the table. “and what do we do? we drink away the last of our money like it’s going to fix anything!” your face flushed with anger, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. “we’re both exhausted. this isn’t just about the fucking money; it’s about feeling like we’re failing at everything we’ve worked for. we’re constantly fighting just to stay afloat, and it’s destroying us.”

his face hardened, his frustration turning into a cold resolve. “you know what? i can’t do this anymore. i need some space, some time to think. i can’t keep fighting this battle day in and day out with no end in sight.” before you could respond, he stood abruptly, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. without another word, he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. the sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the small trailer, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

you stared at the closed door, feeling the enormity of the situation settle over you. the argument had left both of you raw and exposed, and now, the emptiness of the trailer seemed to mirror the emptiness of your heart. the weight of your financial troubles felt even heavier now, the anger and pain of the argument making the struggle feel even more insurmountable. outside, taehyung stood in the dim light of the trailer’s porch, his breath visible in the chilly night air. he fumbled with a pack of cigarettes, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled one out and lit it with a shaking match. the plume of smoke curled up into the night, mingling with the fog of his thoughts.

the cigarette’s glow illuminated his face in fleeting moments, revealing the weariness and regret etched into his features. he took a long drag, the nicotine offering a brief reprieve from the relentless weight of his thoughts. the cold night air felt like a stark contrast to the heated argument that had transpired inside. his mind raced as he exhaled the smoke, each puff a small attempt to clear the storm of emotions swirling inside him. the cigarette burned down, its ashes falling to the ground as he grappled with the reality of your situation. the comfort of the night was a harsh juxtaposition to the chaos of the evening, a quiet backdrop to the turmoil within.

his footsteps echoed softly against the cold pavement as he walked away from the trailer home, the weight of the argument with you still heavy on his shoulders. the cool night air was a stark contrast to the heated words exchanged, and the solitary walk gave him a momentary escape from the suffocating tension that had plagued his evening.

he headed towards his friend's place, a small apartment that always seemed to have a haze of smoke drifting from its windows. yoongi, a friend known for his reckless tendencies and a constant source of questionable advice, was a haven for those in need of distraction or, in taehyung’s case, a sounding board for his mounting frustrations. when he arrived, yoongi greeted him with a knowing nod and a smirk that spoke of many similar late-night confessions. they settled into the worn-out couch, the familiar scent of stale smoke and cheap cologne filling the room. yoongi reached for a joint, rolling it with practiced ease and lighting it with a casual flick.

“rough night?” he asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a lazy drawl. his eyes, half-closed in relaxation, watched as taehyung took the joint and drew in a deep breath, letting the smoke curl around him.

“you could say that,” he replied, his voice strained as he took another drag. “things are just getting worse. the money’s gone, and the arguing never stops. i don’t know how much more I can take.” yoongi’s eyes sharpened with a glint of mischief. “you know, there’s always a way out if you’re willing to look for it. sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction.”

taehyung looked at him with a mix of hope and skepticism. “what are you talking about?” yoongi reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. “a contact I know—he’s got connections. if you’re really desperate, he might be able to help. just text him. he might offer you a solution.”

the paper had a phone number scribbled on it, and taehyung hesitated for a moment before accepting it. yoongi’s demeanor was too casual, too nonchalant, but the desperation in his heart drove him to take a chance. he nodded, though doubts lingered at the edge of his mind. “thanks,” he said, pocketing the number. “i’ll think about it.”

as he walked back to the trailer, the weight of the night hung heavily around him. he couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding, but the thought of the financial relief yoongi had promised was too alluring to ignore. when he returned to the trailer, you were asleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breathing a stark reminder of what he stood to lose. in the quiet of the night, he sat at the small kitchen table, his phone in hand. with trembling fingers, he composed a text to the unknown number: “i need help. i was given your contact. what can you offer?”

he sent the message and waited, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours. finally, a response came through: “i can offer you a way out. you will be given a target and location. complete the job, and the money will be yours. are you in?”

taehyung’s heart raced as he read the message. the reality of what was being asked of him hit like a wave, and he hesitated. the thought of taking another person’s life was a profound and unsettling concept. but then he thought of you—the mounting bills, the arguments, the fear of losing you—and the money promised seemed to be the only escape from the relentless cycle of despair. with a resigned breath, he replied: “i’m in. who's the target?”

the response came swiftly: “you will receive the details shortly. follow them precisely. do not involve anyone else.” the message left him with a feeling of dread, but the desperation to save your relationship pushed him forward. he needed the money, and the promise of a way out was too compelling to ignore.

the next morning, taehyung set out in his car, following the instructions he had received. his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he drove through unfamiliar streets, the early morning light casting an eerie glow on the empty roads. the destination was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, its dilapidated structure a stark contrast to the life he had once envisioned for himself.

when he arrived, he parked his car and approached the building with a sense of grim determination. inside, he found a solitary figure waiting for him, a man with a cold, detached demeanor. the instructions had been clear: there was a target, and the payment would be made once the job was complete. his heart pounded as the man handed him a photograph of the target—a middle-aged man with a weary expression. the target was described in detail, his daily routine, and the precise location where he would be found. his hands shook slightly as he took in the information, the enormity of what he was about to do weighing heavily on him.

“you know what you need to do,” the man said, his voice devoid of empathy. “get it done, and you’ll receive your payment. no mistakes.” taehyung nodded, his mind numb with fear and resolve. he followed the directions to the location where the target was expected to be—a quiet, isolated park where the man often took his morning walks. as he approached, the sight of the man moving slowly along the path seemed to crystallize the gravity of the situation.

he took a deep breath, steeling himself against the turmoil inside. the act was swift and brutal, driven by the necessity of the moment. the cold reality of the deed left him hollow, the weight of the action crashing down on him as he completed the job. the man fell, lifeless, and taehyung’s heart felt like lead as he made the final call to the contact. he texted the number: “the job is finished.” the reply came almost immediately: “good. payment will be sent.”

with the task behind him, taehyung drove back to the trailer, his mind clouded with a mix of guilt and relief. the night was a blur of regret and disquiet as he lay in bed beside you, the comforting rhythm of your sleep a cruel contrast to the turmoil within him. when morning came, he awoke to a sense of unease. he found a package left at your doorstep, its presence a stark reminder of the price he had paid. he opened it cautiously, revealing a substantial amount of money neatly packed inside. the sight of the cash was both a relief and a torment, a bitter reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

as he stared at the money, the enormity of his actions settled heavily on him. the financial relief that had seemed so alluring now felt tainted, the cost of maintaining your relationship overshadowed by the dark path he had chosen. the guilt gnawed at him, a constant companion in the quiet moments of the morning, as he prepared to face another day with the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of your trailer, casting a soft glow over the small space. taehyung lay beside you, his mind a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions. the heavy weight of his actions pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the path he had taken. yet, as he glanced at you, peacefully asleep beside him, a pang of regret and determination surged within him.

the sight of you, so innocent and trusting, filled him with a deep sorrow. he had done something unforgivable to provide for you, to salvage the love that seemed on the brink of destruction. the money on the table, though a source of relief, was also a symbol of the dark choice he had made. as he stared at the pile of cash, his resolve hardened. he had to put on a façade of normalcy, to keep you from knowing the truth. with a heavy heart, he gently shook your shoulder, his touch tender despite the inner turmoil. “hey, wake up,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.

you stirred, blinking awake and smiling as you saw him beside you. “morning,” you mumbled, your voice still drowsy. “i have something for you,” taehyung said, a forced cheerfulness in his tone as he reached for the bundle of cash on the table. he picked it up, holding it out to you with a mixture of apprehension and hope. “i want you to see this.”

you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and looked at the wad of money in his hands. your eyes widened in surprise. “what is this? where did you get all this money?” taehyung swallowed hard, his mind racing for a plausible explanation. “it’s from my parents,” he said, forcing a smile. “they sent it for a missed birthday. they wanted to help us out.”

you stared at the money, the disbelief on your face quickly melting into joy. “are you serious? this is incredible! i can’t believe they did this for us!” the relief and happiness in your voice made taehyung’s heart ache. he wanted to confess, to tell you everything, but the lie he had spun felt like the only way to protect you from the truth. the money was a temporary fix, a shallow balm for the deeper wound of what he had done.

“i’m just glad we have some breathing room now,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “we can finally catch a break.” without another word, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. the affection in your touch, the way you held him close, was both a comfort and a torment. you tilted your head up, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and full of unspoken gratitude.

the kiss was a sweet balm for the guilt that gnawed at his conscience. the warmth of your lips against his, the softness of your touch, was a stark contrast to the cold reality of his actions. as you pulled back, your eyes sparkled with happiness, and you looked at him with a smile that made his heart ache even more.

the newfound wealth had transformed your lives in ways you hadn't imagined. the pile of cash had grown, and with it, your ability to enjoy luxuries that had once seemed out of reach. taehyung’s resolve had hardened, each task he completed bringing more money and a temporary sense of relief, though the weight of his actions never fully left him.

one evening, you both decided to escape the confines of your trailer and immerse yourselves in the vibrant nightlife of the city. you donned a stunning dress that clung to your curves, the fabric shimmering under the club’s lights. the sight of you in that dress took taehyung’s breath away, momentarily erasing the persistent shadows of guilt that lingered in his mind. the club was a pulsating sea of lights and sounds, and as you stepped inside, the energy of the place seemed to envelop you both.

he led you to the bar, where the drinks flowed freely. you both ordered a round of cocktails, the vibrant colors of the drinks reflecting the thrill of the night. the alcohol quickly took effect, loosening inhibitions and heightening the euphoria of the evening. you and him shared a joint between sips of your drinks, the marijuana mixing with the alcohol to create a heady combination that made everything feel more vivid, more intense.

as the night progressed, you found yourselves on the dance floor, bodies pressed together as the music thrummed around you. the rhythm of the beats seemed to synchronize with your racing heart, and his hands roamed over your body, his touch electrifying.

in a corner of the club, away from prying eyes, you both lost yourselves in each other. the thrill of the evening, the high from the drinks and drugs, made every touch feel more passionate, every kiss more intense. taehyung pulled you close, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private bubble of lust and desire.

as your hands tangled in his hair, the moment was abruptly interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone. he pulled away, frustration etched on his face as he glanced at the screen.

“sorry, i need to check this,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “i’ll be right back.” you nodded, your eyes still hazy with intoxication and desire. “i’ll be in the bathroom,” you replied, already swaying slightly as you headed toward the restroom.

taehyung stepped outside into the cool night air, the vibrant sounds of the club fading behind him. he pulled out his phone and checked the new messages from the contact. the screen displayed the terse instructions: another job. target is at the old warehouse near the docks. same procedure as before. “don’t leave until it’s done. payment will be transferred upon completion.”

his heart raced, a mixture of dread and resignation settling in. he read the message several times, the words echoing ominously in his mind. absentmindedly, he tossed his phone back onto the table as he walked into the sanctuary of the club, feeling a pang of anxiety as he headed toward the designated location. in his haze of guilt and inebriation, taehyung failed to register where he had left his phone.

the warehouse was an imposing structure, its silhouette dark and foreboding against the night sky. he approached it with a sense of grim determination. the job had become a grim routine, but the stakes were high, and the thought of losing you kept him focused. the target, a blond man with a sullen expression, was supposed to be waiting at the rear of the warehouse. taehyung moved silently through the shadows, the weight of the gun in his hand a constant reminder of the gravity of his actions. his breaths came in shallow, anxious puffs as he neared the spot.

he spotted the target standing alone, seemingly unaware of the imminent danger. his mind was clouded with a mixture of guilt and resolve. he took a deep breath, raising the gun with a practiced steadiness. the silencer on the end of the barrel made the shot almost imperceptible. the man fell with a quiet thud, the finality of the action sinking deep into his conscience. he stood over the body, his heart pounding in his chest. he had completed another job, but the weight of each act grew heavier.

the dim light of the trailer was a definite contrast to the pulsating energy of the club. taehyung stumbled through the door, his thoughts still clouded by the night’s grim tasks. he expected to find you in the soft glow of the trailer’s modest lighting, perhaps waiting for him with a tired smile. instead, he was met with a scene that made his heart drop.

you were seated on a chair, your body clad in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties. the cigarette in your hand was a small, glowing ember in the dark room. an angry expression marred your usually serene face, your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. on the table beside you lay his phone, its screen dark but unmistakably present. his heart raced as he saw the phone. panic surged through him; he had left it at the club, and now the possibility of someone discovering his secret was all too real. his mind raced through the implications, the potential fallout from such a careless mistake.

“hey, i—” taehyung began, trying to muster a calm demeanor, but his voice faltered as he saw your fuming expression. without a word, you stood up, the cigarette burning down in your hand. in a sudden burst of fury, you grabbed an ashtray from the table and hurled it at him. the ceramic object shattered against the wall, a sharp crack that echoed through the trailer.

“where the fuck have you been?” you screamed, your voice cracking with anger and frustration. “you think you can just disappear and leave me here? what are you doing with your life, taehyung? how could you be so careless?” he took the hits, his heart sinking with every accusation. he tried to explain, to offer some semblance of a reason, but the words caught in his throat. your anger was raw, unrestrained, and each word was a painful reminder of the lies and deceit he had spun.

you pounded at his chest with your fists, each blow a physical manifestation of your hurt and betrayal. tears streamed down your face, mingling with the smoke of the cigarette and the remnants of shattered ceramic.

“you promised me a future,” you yelled through your tears. “a real future, not this shit. i trusted you, and now look at what you’ve done. you’ve thrown it all away.”

he stood there, taking every blow, his own anger and guilt simmering just beneath the surface. he wanted to explain, to tell you the truth, but the weight of his actions and the fear of losing you held him back. when you finally seemed to lose the strength to continue, your energy spent from the outburst, he gently took your wrists in his hands. he cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the anger of moments before.

“please, don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. “i’m so sorry. i never meant for any of this to happen. i thought i was doing what i needed to for us.” in that fragile moment, as he wiped away your tears, there was a flicker of the love that had once been so strong between you. it was a bittersweet reminder of the bond you had shared, now tainted by the darkness of his choices.

“i know I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, his voice cracking. “i’ll stop. i’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.” you looked at him, the pain in your eyes mixing with a deep sadness. the promise, though heartfelt, came too late. the trust that had once been the foundation of your relationship had been shattered, and no amount of apologies could mend it.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “i can’t keep living like this. i need to move on.” the words hit him like a physical blow. the reality of what you were saying sank in, the finality of it almost unbearable. he had lost his way, and in doing so, had lost you as well.

you stood up, your movements slow and deliberate as you gathered the few belongings you had brought with you into the trailer. he watched in silent despair as you prepared to leave, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. with one last glance at him, you headed for the door, the finality of your departure echoing through the small trailer. taehyung stood there, rooted to the spot, as the door closed behind you. the silence that followed was deafening, the contrast to the chaos and noise of the night before brutal. he sank down into a chair, the trailer now feeling colder and emptier than it had before. the money that had once seemed like a lifeline now felt like a curse, a reminder of the price he had paid for the love he had tried so desperately to save. the guilt and regret gnawed at him, a relentless reminder of the choices he had made and the love he had lost.

hours turned into days, and days into weeks. the morning light seeped through the thin curtains of the trailer, casting a dull glow over the room. taehyung woke up with a groan, his head throbbing from a night of excessive drinking and numbing escapism. the bed, once a place of shared intimacy and warmth with you, was now a chaotic mess of discarded clothing and bodies. girls he had picked up the previous night were sprawled across the sheets, their disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the sophisticated allure they had once possessed.

as his eyes adjusted to the light, he took in the scene around him. the sight of the girls, their faces smeared with traces of makeup and their bodies intertwined in careless abandon, ignited a wave of anger and frustration. the once comforting space now felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had replaced your presence.

the more he stared at them, the angrier he became. the room, filled with the remnants of last night’s indulgence, was a stark reminder of his failed attempts to drown out the pain of your departure. the girls, oblivious to the storm raging inside him, began to stir and stretch, their groggy movements only serving to heighten his irritation. “get up,” his voice cracked with raw, unfiltered rage as he erupted, startling the girls awake. “get the fuck out of my house.”

their eyes widened in alarm as they scrambled to gather their belongings, their earlier flirtatiousness replaced by fear. his anger seemed to seep into every corner of the room, turning it into a battleground of shattered emotions. the girls, now fully awake and realizing the gravity of the situation, hurriedly dressed, their movements frantic and disorganized. “just fucking leave,” he continued to yell, his voice echoing with a mix of fury and despair. “get the fuck out!”

in his rage, he grabbed a handful of cash from the bedside table and tossed it at them with a disdainful flick of his wrist. the money scattered across the floor, a pathetic attempt to buy their silence and expedite their departure. the girls, frightened and desperate to escape, hurried out of the trailer, their footsteps echoing in the silence that followed.

with a final, disgusted glance at the remnants of his night, taehyung stumbled into the bathroom, the weight of his anger and regret pressing down on him. he clutched a half-empty beer in his hand, the liquid sloshing around as he moved. the familiar smell of stale alcohol and smoke mixed with the growing stench of his own self-loathing. he staggered to the toilet, the room spinning around him as he dropped to his knees. the beer, once a source of temporary solace, now felt like a heavy burden. with a groan, he leaned over the toilet and emptied the contents of his stomach, his body convulsing with each heave. the vomit splashed into the bowl, a sickly mix of alcohol and regret.

as he retched, memories of you flooded his mind. your laughter, your touch, the warmth of your presence—everything that had made the trailer feel like a home now felt like a cruel joke. the more he thought about you, the more intense his anguish became. the trailer, the money, the meaningless encounters with strangers—it was all a desperate attempt to fill the void you had left behind, but nothing could replace the love he had lost. hia sobs mingled with the sound of his heaving stomach, each wave of nausea accompanied by a wave of grief. he clutched the side of the toilet, his knuckles white as he gripped the porcelain. The bathroom, with its harsh lighting and grimy surfaces, seemed like a fitting backdrop for his misery.

the club was a chaotic symphony of flashing lights, pulsing beats, and a haze of cigarette smoke. the air was thick with the scent of perfume and alcohol, blending together into an intoxicating mix that mirrored the chaotic state of your mind. the music, a relentless beat that throbbed through the crowd, seemed to synchronize with the erratic rhythm of your heart.

you stood at the center of the dance floor, your body moving to the rhythm with a wild abandon that belied the storm of emotions swirling inside you. the scandalous dress you wore clung to your form, its shimmering fabric catching the strobe lights and casting an alluring glow around you. in one hand, you clutched a bottle of alcohol, its contents sloshing with each movement, the liquid serving as both a shield and a source of fleeting comfort. the crowd around you was a blur of faces and bodies, their movements a stark contrast to your own. you danced with an intensity that seemed to cut through the noise, each gyration and twist a desperate attempt to drown out the ache that had settled in your chest. the bottle was a constant companion, its alcohol providing a temporary numbness that barely masked the pain beneath.

a man, drawn to your wild energy and provocative presence, approached you with a confident stride. his eyes, glazed with a mixture of desire and intoxication, locked onto you as he slid up beside you, his hand grazing your waist. he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered something you barely registered. in a haze of alcohol and frustration, you allowed him to pull you closer. his lips met yours in a fierce, hungry kiss, a collision of heat and desperation. for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours and the pounding music in the background.

the kiss was an escape, a fleeting moment of physical connection that offered a temporary reprieve from the turmoil inside you. but as quickly as it had begun, it ended. you pushed him away with a sudden, forceful shove, your movements fueled by an intense need to escape. the man stumbled back, a mixture of surprise and frustration on his face, but you paid him no mind.

staggering slightly, you turned away from him, your mind already drifting back to the person you were trying so desperately to forget. you took a deep swig from the bottle, the sharp burn of the alcohol a harsh reminder of your own self-destructive behavior. the familiar taste was a bitter echo of the solace you sought in these fleeting encounters, and it did little to quell the ache that lingered.

as you made your way through the crowd, weaving through the sea of bodies, you felt a growing sense of disorientation. the music, once a driving force, now felt like a relentless hammer pounding against your temples. the flashing lights blurred together, creating a disorienting kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to mock your attempts at escape. you found a quieter corner of the club, a place where the noise was muffled and the crowd was thinner. leaning against a wall, you took another swig from the bottle, the alcohol providing a temporary sense of detachment. your mind, however, remained stubbornly focused on taehyung. memories of him, of the life you had shared, seemed to surface with every beat of the music.

the more you tried to push those thoughts away, the more insistent they became. you remembered the way his eyes would light up when he saw you, the feel of his arms around you, the whispered promises that had once held so much meaning. the more you thought about it, the more you realized that no amount of alcohol or temporary pleasure could fill the void left by his absence.

the neon lights of the club pulsed with an unrelenting rhythm, casting their garish hues across the dance floor and illuminating the chaotic swirl of bodies. taehyung, his mind clouded by both alcohol and tumultuous emotions, entered the club with a sense of purpose. the disarray of his recent days had driven him to seek solace in the place that had become both his refuge and his prison.

he moved through the crowd with a determined stride, pushing past clusters of revelers and navigating through the maze of flashing lights and pounding beats. the bar was his first stop, and he ordered a drink with a brusque wave of his hand, the bartender quickly handing him a glass of amber liquid that he downed in one swift motion. the alcohol burned its way down his throat, offering a fleeting sense of numbness as he leaned against the bar.

as he surveyed the scene before him, a girl, with eyes full of want and an expression of flirtatious intent, approached him. she pressed against him, her hands wandering over his chest with a practiced ease. for a moment, he allowed himself to be swept along by the physical distraction, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the pain that gnawed at him. but then, he caught sight of you.

you were at the heart of the dance floor, your body moving with a sensual abandon that caught his breath. the dress you wore shimmered under the lights, its scandalous cut accentuating every curve as you danced, your movements a tantalizing blend of freedom and desperation. your eyes were glazed, your expression a mask of fleeting enjoyment that did little to hide the underlying turmoil.

in a sudden burst of clarity, taehyung shoved the girl away from him, his face contorted with frustration and heartbreak. “get the fuck off,” he snapped, his voice harsh and unyielding. the girl looked startled and taken aback but quickly retreated, her attempt at flirtation now nothing more than a distant try. his gaze locked onto yours across the dance floor. time seemed to stretch and distort as your eyes met. In that moment, the cacophony of the club faded into a distant hum, leaving only the silent, heavy weight of unspoken emotions. the sight of you, so close yet so unreachable, twisted at his heart.

he watched as you reached for another swig from your bottle, the movement almost mechanical. your eyes, once filled with fiery intensity, now seemed empty and distant. the sight of your distress, the way you seemed to force yourself to look away, cut deep into him. he felt a pang of regret, a profound sorrow that made him wish he could turn back time.

he stood there, helpless, as another girl approached him, her demeanor flirtatious and uninviting. “you look like you could use some company,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. taehyung barely glanced at her, his eyes still fixed on you. “fuck off,” he muttered, his tone cold and dismissive. the girl, recognizing the finality in his voice, backed away, her interest swiftly extinguished.

seeing the rejection unfold, you felt a sudden surge of courage and staggered over to him, the alcohol making your movements unsteady. his eyes widened in surprise as you approached, the distance between you shrinking with each hesitant step you took.

“taehyung,” you said, your voice trembling but resolute. tears began to flow freely down your cheeks as you reached him. “taehyung, i love you.” his heart ached at the sight of your tears, the raw emotion in your voice striking a chord deep within him. without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, offered a balm to the turmoil you both felt.

“i love you too,” he whispered into your hair, his voice choked with emotion. He cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that stained your cheeks. his kiss was tender and full of longing, a promise of the love that had never truly faded. as you both held each other, the world outside the club seemed to dissolve into insignificance. in that moment, the noise, the flashing lights, and the chaotic crowd were mere shadows against the intensity of your connection. the promise you made, to make up and find a way back to each other, was a fragile thread that seemed to bind you both in a newfound resolve.

the morning light pushed past the thin curtains of the bed, casting a warm, gentle glow across the room. you woke slowly, nestled in the secure embrace of taehyung, the familiar rhythm of his breathing a comforting reminder of the bond you both shared. his arms were wrapped protectively around you, and the warmth of his body against yours provided a deep sense of solace. as you stirred, his lips brushed softly against your forehead, the gentle kiss a tender greeting to the new day. his touch was light and affectionate, a stark contrast to the tumultuous nights that had preceded this moment. you sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift slightly, replaced by the calm intimacy of waking up together.

“good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep but filled with genuine warmth. he tilted your chin up gently and kissed you with a sweetness that spoke of both apology and affection. the kiss deepened, his lips moving with a deliberate tenderness that conveyed his sincere intentions.

“i promise,” he said as he pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination, “i’m done with that life. we’ll find another way. i’m gonna stop answering those texts and demands.” you could see the resolve in his eyes, the genuine commitment to leave behind the dangerous path he had been on. it was a promise of renewal, of building a future together without the shadows of past mistakes hanging over you.

the day unfolded like a vivid dream. taehyung’s reckless driving down winding roads and your laughter filling the car created a tapestry of shared joy and freedom. the wind whipped through the open windows, ruffling your hair and adding to the exhilarating sense of liberation that enveloped you both. the radio blared your favorite songs, the beats and lyrics a soundtrack to your newfound happiness.

in the passenger seat, you leaned in close, your lips grazing taehyung’s neck as you planted soft, lingering kisses against his skin. the sensation of your lips on his neck made him shiver with pleasure, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he navigated the road with an unchecked abandon. “slow down, shit,” you laughed, the thrill of the moment making your heart race as much as his speed. “not a chance,” he grinned back, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. “we’re having too much fun.”

eventually, he pulled up to a secluded spot by the sea, a hidden gem away from the prying eyes of the city. the area was serene, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant calls of seagulls. the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the water and creating a picturesque scene that felt both intimate and vast.

you both stepped out of the car, the cool sea breeze brushing against your skin. taehyung took your hand, leading you down to the edge of the water where the sand was soft beneath your feet. the sunset painted the horizon in hues of orange and pink, creating a backdrop that seemed to mirror the warmth and beauty of the moment. he pulled you close, his arms encircling your waist as he gazed into your eyes with a tenderness that spoke of a deep, unwavering love. you tilted your head slightly, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that was both a celebration of your renewed connection and a promise of the future.

as you pulled back slightly, you looked into his eyes and asked softly, “do you remember our date last christmas?” his eyes softened with nostalgia. “how could i forget? it was magical. i remember everything—how we danced under the stars and how everything felt so perfect.” you smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the shared memory. “promise me we’ll do it again this christmas.”

“absolutely,” he replied, his voice full of conviction and love. “we’ll make it even more special. i promise.” the promise hung between you like a golden thread, weaving your shared past and hopeful future into a single, beautiful moment. the serenity of the seaside, combined with the reaffirmation of your love and commitment, made everything feel right again.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the serene sea, you felt a surge of happiness that made your heart flutter. the tranquil seaside setting was the perfect backdrop for a moment of connection, and the promise of christmas together only deepened the sense of contentment you felt. deciding to extend the evening's pleasures, you headed back to the car to retrieve a couple of beers you had stashed in the cooler.

taehyung followed close behind, his footsteps light and purposeful, his presence a comforting reassurance. as you reached the car, you fumbled with the cooler, pulling out the cold bottles of beer and feeling the chill of the metal against your skin. the sound of the waves lapping against the shore was a soothing symphony, the only other noise being the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

you popped the caps off the beers, the familiar hiss of escaping carbonation filling the air. but before you could turn back around, taehyung’s hands settled on your waist, his touch sending a delightful shiver down your spine. the heat of his body pressed against your back was an unmistakable reminder of his closeness, and you felt his breath against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your skin.

his kisses were light but electrifying, his lips teasing the sensitive area just below your ear. the sensation was both intoxicating and tender, sending waves of pleasure through you. you felt your knees go weak with his touch, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his warm breath mingled with the cool evening air. in your slightly disoriented state, you clumsily dropped one of the beers, the bottle hitting the ground with a muted thud and a slight splash of foam. the other bottle teetered precariously in your hand before you let it fall as well, the evening’s calm interrupted by the clatter of glass and the soft fizz of escaping beer.

turning around with a sudden, almost desperate urgency, you came face-to-face with him. his eyes were dark with desire, and the intensity of his gaze sent your heart racing. without a word, you closed the gap between you, capturing his lips in a steamy, passionate kiss. the kiss was fiery and urgent, your lips moving against his with an unrestrained fervor that mirrored the intense emotions both of you were feeling. the taste of the beer and the lingering sweetness of the moment combined into a heady mix, making the kiss even more intoxicating. his hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer to him, the heat of his touch mingling with the warmth of the evening.

the kiss deepened, each movement a blend of longing and love as he guided you back into the car. his lips pressed against yours with a hunger that was both exhilarating and comforting. his hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly as the world around you seemed to blur into insignificance. you gasped into the kiss, feeling his clothed dick press against you. he kissed you with the same passion you were used to as you brought your hand up, letting it collide with his face, the way he liked it. the sound sharp in the confined space. taehyung's grip tightened, his eyes lighting up with a feral glint. you'd discovered long ago that little slaps were his kryptonite, turning the sweet, tender kisses into something raw and primal.

he chuckled darkly, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “you love fucking me up, don't you?” he whispered, his thumb pushing into your mouth. you bit down, a warning, but he just chuckled again, his eyes flashing with excitement. the air was thick with lust as you both fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate to be skin to skin. the windows steamed up quickly, obscuring the outside world. there was no one around to see, but the thrill of being so exposed added to the excitement.

his hand found its way under your shirt, his rough fingers brushing against your sensitive skin. you arched into his touch, moaning softly. he pulled away, panting, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached into his pocket for a condom.

“not this time,” you murmured, your voice a challenge. his eyes went wide for a moment before a smoldering look took over his features. he tossed the condom aside, his hand resuming its journey up your thigh. “you're playing with fire,” he warned, his voice low and gruff. but he didn't stop. he knew you were ready for it, happy to take the risk, ready to feel him in a way that was as dangerous as it was exhilarating.

the sound of the ocean was the only soundtrack to your passion as you gave in to the moment, letting your inhibitions wash away with the tide. the salt in the air mingled with the scent of sweat and desire, creating a heady cocktail that intoxicated you both. his hand was rough as he unbuckled your pants, his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer for another bruising kiss. you could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against you, and it was all you could think about.

his fingers slid into you without warning, and you bit down on his thumb to muffle your cry of pleasure. he swore under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours, watching as your pupils dilated and your breath hitched. “you're always soaked for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. you nodded, unable to form coherent words, your body responding to his every touch.

his hand withdrew, and before you could protest, he was pushing into you, his bare length filling you up in one swift motion. the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you see stars. you slapped him again, harder this time, and he groaned, his hips driving into you with an intensity that stole your breath away. “fuck me, taehyung,” you ordered, your voice strained.

he complied, his rhythm relentless, his grip on your hair tightening. the car rocked slightly with every thrust, the leather seats squeaking in protest. the waves crashed against the shore, a tempo that matched the beating of your hearts. dirty words fell from your lips, egging him on, and he responded in kind, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you love this cock,” he grunted, his eyes burning into yours. “tell me how much you love it.”

you nodded, your voice a breathy whisper. “love you and your cock so much,” you murmured, and that was all it took for him to lose control. his thumb was back in your mouth, choking you gently as he claimed you, his movements growing more erratic. you felt the pressure building, your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. you could feel him getting closer too, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

his hand slid from your hair to your throat, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp around his thumb. you bucked your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in perfect sync. “i'm gonna cum,” you warned, your eyes glazing over. his response was a grunt, his own orgasm close at hand.

the world around you faded away as you both reached the peak of your passion, your bodies shuddering in release. the only sounds were the waves and your muffled cries, the taste of salt and sweat on your tongues. taehyung's grip loosened, his thumb sliding from your mouth as he kissed you deeply, claiming every part of you in that moment.

the days that followed were a tapestry of rediscovered love and intimacy. each morning you woke wrapped in taehyung's arms, each night you fell asleep with him beside you. the closeness you shared was a soothing balm to the wounds inflicted by the trials of the past. life had taken on a renewed sense of purpose and joy, and the days seemed to pass in a blur of shared laughter, tender moments, and the occasional playful argument that only seemed to strengthen your bond.

one particularly afternoon, you found yourself curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. the sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. your breathing was steady and peaceful, a testament to the calm that had settled into your life since the reconciliation with him.

in the midst of it all, he was jolted from his routine by a sudden, unexpected ding at the door. frowning in confusion, he glanced at you one last time before heading to the door. the sound of the delivery echoed in the quiet space, the door creaking open to reveal a plain, unmarked package on the doorstep.

he picked it up, his brow furrowing in curiosity. he had been diligently ignoring the threatening messages and demands for work, so the arrival of this package was both unexpected and troubling. the envelope, which bore no return address or identifying marks, felt oddly heavy in his hands. closing the door behind him, he carried the package to the kitchen table. he set it down, his fingers trembling slightly as he began to open it. his mind raced with anxious thoughts, wondering if the package was a final attempt at intimidation or something more sinister. as the wrapping fell away, his heart sank into his stomach.

inside the package lay a bloody, mutilated hand. the sight was both horrific and chilling, the blood still fresh and the fingers twisted in a grotesque display. it was clear that this was no ordinary threat—it was a brutal, unambiguous warning. the shock of the discovery left him momentarily frozen. his thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear and anger. the gruesome token was a stark reminder of the danger he faced, and the brutal reality of the world he had become entangled in. he knew that ignoring the threat was no longer an option, but the thought of returning to his former life, the life that had caused you so much pain, filled him with a deep sense of conflict.

he thought of you—how you had left him because of his dangerous lifestyle, the pain and heartbreak you had endured because of his choices. he remembered the promises he had made to you, the commitment to change, and the joy he felt when you were together. the realization that you were now safe and content, the memories of your recent days together, fueled his resolve. determined not to let this threat control his life or endanger you, he decided to take action. he moved with deliberate urgency, pulling on a dark shirt and grabbing his silencer with practiced efficiency. the weight of the weapon in his hand was a sobering reminder of the violence he had tried to leave behind. but his decision was made—he would confront those who had threatened him and put an end to their intimidation.

before leaving, he took one last look at you, sleeping peacefully on the couch. the sight of your serene face, the way the blanket was draped over you, and the soft rise and fall of your chest made his heart ache with a profound sense of love and regret. he knew that he had to protect you and ensure that you remained safe, no matter the cost. he knelt beside you, his movements gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Leaning in, he placed a soft, tender kiss on your forehead. the kiss was a silent promise, an assurance that he would come back to you and fulfill the promise of the christmas date you had looked forward to.

“i love you,” he whispered quietly, his voice filled with emotion and resolve. “i’ll be back soon. we’ll have our christmas together, i promise.” with a final, lingering look, he stood up, his expression a mixture of determination and sadness. he took one last deep breath before slipping out of the door, his steps resolute and purposeful. the decision to confront his enemies was a grim one, but it was driven by a fierce need to protect the life and love he had built with you.

his drive to the designated spot was filled with an adrenaline-fueled focus that masked the anxiety gnawing at his insides. the light was dim, the sky a muted canvas of gray as he maneuvered his car through the empty streets. the location provided in the last threatening message was on the outskirts of town, a secluded warehouse area known for its desolate and shadowy corners. the tension in the car was palpable, his breaths coming in sharp, controlled bursts. he kept glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard, the minutes ticking away as he approached the rendezvous point. he mentally reviewed the plan: confront the masked men, eliminate the threat, and get back to you. the sight of the grim package and the thought of you had steeled his resolve, making the danger ahead feel almost secondary.

he arrived at the warehouse district, the large, decrepit buildings casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. taehyung parked the car a safe distance away, his heart pounding in anticipation. he grabbed his silencer and checked the clip of his gun, taking a deep breath as he prepared to face the confrontation.

moving stealthily, he approached the first of the abandoned buildings. the inside was a labyrinth of rusted metal and broken glass, the echoes of his footsteps magnifying the eerie silence. his senses were on high alert, and he soon spotted the first two masked men waiting in the dimly lit room. they were huddled together, their muffled voices revealing their intent to deal with him.

with calculated precision, he aimed and fired. the first shot was clean, hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. the second was a bit more chaotic, but still effective. as the second man fell, taehyung felt a sharp pain sear through his leg. he looked down to see blood pooling around his foot, the wound more severe than he had anticipated. his vision blurred slightly as he stumbled back toward the car, the pain intensifying with each step. he knew he was running out of time and options. his leg was weakening, each step more labored than the last. as he reached the car, he tried to catch his breath, but the pain and blood loss were taking their toll.

he collapsed into the driver’s seat, struggling to close the door. the pain was overwhelming, and he could feel his consciousness slipping. he was barely aware of the shadow that fell across the driver’s seat until it was too late.

a masked man had slipped into the car behind him, pressing the barrel of a gun to taehyung's temple. the man’s voice was cold and laced with contempt. “thought you could run away from us, huh? giving up on the job and all?” taehyung turned his head slightly, his vision hazy and his strength waning. the man’s proximity only made the situation more dire. he could feel the sweat and blood mixing on his skin, the intensity of his predicament pressing down on him like a vise.

“just do it,” taehyung murmured, his voice a strained whisper. “i’m done. i’ve lost.” his words were punctuated by labored breaths and a deep, resigned sigh. the masked man leaned closer, his breath hot and foul against his ear. “you’re weak. couldn’t even finish the job you started. i wonder what your girlfriend would say.”

taehyung managed a weak, defiant chuckle despite the pain. his gaze fell on the man’s mask, and an idea sparked in his fading consciousness. with what little strength he had left, he reached up and grabbed at the edges of the mask. he pulled with all his might, revealing the face hidden behind it.

yoongi's face was emotionless, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. “i always knew you’d be a liability,” he said coldly, his grip on the gun unwavering. “it’s a shame you had to be so fucking stubborn.” taehyung tried to muster a final, defiant gesture, but his body was failing him. with his last ounce of strength, he clung to yoongi's mask, trying to pull it back over his face. he wanted to ensure that the last thing he saw was the face of the man who had deceived him. but the effort was futile.

yoongi, unfazed, brought the gun up with a final, deliberate movement. the cold steel pressed against taehyung’s temple was the last sensation he felt before everything went black. the shot rang out with a sickening finality, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse. taehyung’s body went limp, the life draining from him as the blood continued to seep from his wound. yoongi looked down at the lifeless form with a mixture of cold satisfaction and finality, the weight of the gun heavy in his hand.

the late afternoon sun bathed your trailer in a warm, amber light, casting long shadows across the modest living room. you sat comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, your fingers absentmindedly twirling the two bracelets that you and taehyung had shared last christmas. their delicate metal glinted faintly in the sunlight, a tangible reminder of happier times. the anticipation of reuniting with him for another christmas filled you with a quiet, hopeful joy. the thought of making new memories with him, of celebrating the season together, seemed to promise a return to a simpler, more blissful time.

you were lost in those thoughts, your mind weaving dreams of a perfect holiday together, when the tranquility of your home was abruptly shattered by the sound of the doorbell ringing. the sharp, insistent chime cut through the warm, nostalgic haze, jolting you from your reverie.

your heart skipped a beat, a flicker of unease making its way through the calm. the sound of the doorbell was so unexpected, so out of place, that it sent a shiver down your spine. taehyung had been expected home by now, and the sudden ring of the bell felt dissonant against the backdrop of your daydreams.

you froze, sitting in the dim glow of the room, the blanket clutched tightly around you. a cold unease crept in as the minutes ticked by, the doorbell's chime echoing through the quiet space. each ring grew more insistent, more demanding, until it seemed to fill the room with an eerie resonance.

the thought of answering the door never crossed your mind. a sense of foreboding had taken hold, a gnawing worry that something was wrong, something that you couldn’t quite grasp. you remained seated, the blanket growing heavier with each passing moment, your mind racing through unsettling possibilities. the anticipation of taehyung’s return had shifted into something darker, something uncertain.

as the ringing persisted, you slowly stood up, moving toward the door with a deliberate slowness. every step felt heavy, burdened by an unseen weight. your hand hovered over the doorknob, but you hesitated, the unsettling feeling growing stronger with each breath. the doorbell continued to ring, a relentless echo that seemed to seep into the very walls of your home.

finally, you stopped just short of the door, your heart pounding in your chest. the sound of the bell became a persistent, haunting reminder of something unknown, something you feared to confront. you remained motionless, the door’s ominous presence casting a shadow over your once-cozy haven. the silence that followed the final ring was heavy, pregnant with unanswered questions.

the door remained closed, and the unsettling silence grew thick around you, a palpable tension that gripped the air. you stood there, caught in a moment of eerie stillness, the promise of a joyous reunion overshadowed by a growing dread.

and so, as you waited in the quiet, your mind raced with unanswered fears and foreboding, the doorbell's echo fading into an uneasy silence. the world outside remained just beyond your reach, and the answer to the mystery of the visitor remained tantalizingly, and ominously, out of sight.

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a/n: whoever guesses which mv this is based on gets a cookie

[killusmoke]

❝just as beautiful as you❞

☾ - where you and your crush Ichigo go moon watching on the beach

ʚ cont: fluff

The air was filled with anticipation as Ichigo gently secured the blindfold over your eyes. Your heart raced with curiosity, wondering what surprise he had in store for you. Trusting him completely, you let yourself be guided by his steady hand.

With each step, you could feel the change in surroundings—the familiar sounds of the city fading away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the soft whisper of the wind. The scent of nature filled your senses, hinting at the open space around you.

After what felt like an eternity, Ichigo's voice reached your ears, filled with excitement. "Okay, (y/n), we're here. Get ready for the grand reveal" he says whilst lightly chuckling. 

Your heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Slowly, Ichigo removed the blindfold, unveiling a breathtaking sight before your eyes. The vast expanse of an open field stretched out in front of you, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Above, a blanket of stars adorned the night sky, their twinkling beauty capturing your breath.

A gasp escaped your lips as you drank in the enchanting scene. "Ichigo, this is... incredible," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Ichigo beamed with pride, his eyes shining as he watched your reaction. "I knew how much you loved stargazing, (y/n), so I thought this would be the perfect surprise. Just you, me, and the beauty of the night sky."

You turned to face him, a mix of gratitude and adoration in your eyes. "Thank you, Ichigo. It's beyond anything I could have imagined. This is truly magical."

Hand in hand, you walked towards a soft patch of grass, finding the perfect spot to lie down and immerse yourselves in the celestial spectacle above. Side by side, you gazed up at the moon, its gentle radiance casting a serene glow upon you both.

As the night unfolded, you and Ichigo shared stories, dreams, and aspirations. The quietude of the open field provided a safe haven for vulnerability, allowing you to delve into the depths of your hearts. In this moment, you felt truly connected, as if the universe itself conspired to bring you closer.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other's words, cherishing every moment shared beneath the starlit sky. The weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, leaving only the purity of love and understanding between you.

And then, in the midst of the tranquil night, Ichigo turned towards you, his eyes filled with a tender affection. Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, adoring kiss. In that fleeting moment, the world ceased to exist, and it was just you and Ichigo, two souls intertwined under the watchful gaze of the moon.

As you pulled apart, breathless and filled with a newfound warmth, you knew that this night would forever hold a special place in your heart. The stars witnessed your love, and the moon whispered its blessing upon your bond.

Ichigo's fingers intertwined with yours, his touch grounding you amidst the ethereal beauty surrounding you. With a soft smile, you broke the comfortable silence. 

"This is so beautiful, Ichigo," you murmured, your voice filled with awe as you gazed at the starry sky above.

Ichigo's eyes softened as he looked at you, his expression tender and sincere. "Just as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

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