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lilyinavalley · 2 days ago

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UPCOMING CARD!! And the cast for this episode!!!

OKAY MY SHIT IS TOGETHER ENOUGH NOW. This is so fucking funny chat my throat hurts from laughing there are tears in my eyes I GUARANTEE YOU NOT A SINGLE PERSON GOT THE WHOLE CAST RIGHT. I was laughing so much at all of this that i just could not even sit down and get this together for like an hour

So normally they put out multiple cards at once but they decided to say fuck you to me and everyone else and they only put one in lmao. So anyway OUR FIRST BACHELOR IS JIN, THE ONE WE ALL KNEW WAS GONNA BE IN IT! And I'll tell you the other five as well as the next episode's title!

You may be thinking! Danie! Who is that guy! Is that a Sho(?) character card and a Jin warding card? I thought you said they only put one card in! Did they upload them wrong?? Nope! That is Jin!! They just put his hair back a little!!! And he doesn't look like himself at all because the expression and different hair is throwing it off!!! And i am dying of laughter--his warding card looks so cute and baby faced in comparison?

Character Card: Summer Breeze(「夏を染める氷貴」 "Summer Dyed Ice King") Skill: Cold Musician(「冷淡な演奏者」 "Cold Musician") Fully Awakened Skill: Frozen Love(「凍てついた愛」 "Frozen Love") Warding Card: A Letter From The Pianist(「ピアニストからの手紙」 "A Letter From The Pianist")

No cosmic bonds yet! But instead I'll tell you who else is going to be in the episode!

Our six elligible bachelors are. . . .

Jin! Haru! Ren! Rui! Ed! And Jiro!! And they'll get both bachelor suits and swimwear sprites!! (We'll also get a sprite for Jin's city card outfit too!)

Half of this cast are going to be dead or wish they were dead by the end of this i am going to lose my mind this has the potential to be SO funny

Episode 18's title is "Lost Stars"(「七夕の迷い子」 "The Lost Child Of Tanbata")! Unfortunately they're continuing the trend of not putting the next episode sprites in until the day the episode comes out, so we won't have any clue who's in it until we get to the end of this episode. . .but given it's around a Japanese festival, Hotarubi maybe???

I'm going to go laugh some more and read the episode titles with my friends lol.

Some of you were already upset when i spoiled the cast. I know it sucks to see a big inter house squad episode that your favorite isn't in. Especially if you're really fixated on seeing them in a roamntic light and you were looking forward to seeing how they perform in a silly dating game. But just remember that your favorite will have their time in other episodes. No need to fret, just be patient. And, if you're into this sentiment, remember that they love and want to see you too, even if they don't quite show it in a straightforward way.

And if you're disappointed by the card for your favorite, be happy! That's more diamonds for next time. You can always voice your feelings to ZZG themselves too, although I wouldn't count on them making any changes. . . .

Gacha is gambling! There are probably FIVE more cards coming after this for this episode!! There's no need to go crazy spending trying to get this card--or any of the coming ones!--because the banners will always rerun and you'll get more chances to pick them up later! If you do decide to spend, keep a close eye on your spending and set limits for yourself. And make sure you keep to them! Take care of yourself first and foremost! That means making sure you have the money for necessities and for more certain entertainment and pleasures! Happiness is a necessity too!

I normally throw innsome kind of character or card themed advice here but. . .let's be real, Jin would just tell you to choose him. And let's be real he has the money to make him a good choice no matter what. . .gold digging is always a morally acceptable choice, as long as you're not in danger!! But remember that a clash in values can be dangerous too! That's my advice.

Stats!! Oh fuck i eas laughing so much i forgot the in game screenshot for the stats

Good night! See you probably Monday?

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lilyinavalley · 7 days ago

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𝕷𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 - 𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖆 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖒𝖎🐯

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 🔞

Do you want to know what happened with Taiga in the cut scenes of episode 16? Then Check it out...

Taiga Hoshibami x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warning! Explicit - NSFW Contents! kissing, nudity, oral sex, vaginal sex, light petting, minor violence, blood, minor injuries, mild smut [Masterlist]

Romeo: I suppose we’ll have to walk back since there’s no bus

Elias: I could drive you, if you’d like. Three of you will have to squish into the backseats though. Sorry about that.

Taiga: You take the car Lulù. I’m walking.

Taiga set off in the direction of the main building without another word.

“Mmh, guys, I think I’ll walk too.”

Romeo, Ritsu, and Elias all turn to me at once with shocked expressions.

Romeo: “Has your brain officially rotted? Why the hell would you walk back when there’s space in the car?”

He says it in his usual frantic tone. Ritsu, on the other hand, just looks at me silently, gives me a small understanding smile, then places a hand on Romeo’s shoulder—who, if he keeps yelling like this, is bound to burst a vein eventually.

Ritsu: “Let it go, let’s get going. It’s already late.”

Romeo: “Huh?! You too now? …”

While Romeo’s turned around arguing with Ritsu, I slowly and silently slip away. By the time he turns back to yell at me again, I’ve already disappeared into the darkness of the forest.

Romeo: “Where the hell did she go?!”

Ritsu: “She’s been gone for a while. Get in the car already, I don’t have time to waste.”

Romeo: “Ahh! She’s such an HCH!”

Ritsu: “… mmh, no, I don’t know that acronym…”

Romeo: “It stands for Hopelessly Clueless Headcase, idiot!”

(Where the hell did Taiga go?)

I left just a few minutes after he did, yet there’s no trace of him—not even in the distance.

(How is that possible?)

For a while, the only sounds that accompany me are the crunching of dry leaves under my feet, the hooting of owls, and the wind rustling through the fragile branches.

“Taiga!”

My shout disturbs the natural peace of the woods. It’s a sharp, short sound, immediately swallowed by the night without even an echo.

No reply.

Frightened by the solitude, the darkness, and the distant sounds of animals (or anomalies), I quicken my pace, quickly regretting my decision to follow Taiga.

One moment I’m walking, the next my face is slammed against the rough bark of a tree, arms pinned behind my back.

Taiga: “Who the fuck are you? Why are you following me?”

His aggressive tone makes my heart leap to my throat, his grip on my wrists tightening more and more.

Despite the fear, I try to turn toward Taiga—who’s clearly having another one of his amnesia episodes—but in my frantic attempt to break free, I scrape my cheek against the tree’s bark.

“Taiga, it’s me!”

I look straight into his yellow eyes, hoping he’ll recognize me soon, so I add:

“… the kitty-cat”

My arms are finally released. His expression softens, and his voice returns to its usual playful tone.

Taiga: “Ahhh, you should’ve said it was you, kitty-cat”

I move away from the tree trunk and dust myself off, trying to brush away the dirt.

When I lift my head, I shoot him a sharp glare—soon replaced by a surprised expression.

A thin trickle of blood slowly slides down my cheek, tickling my skin.

(I didn’t think the scratch was that deep.)

Trying not to let the drop stain my clothes, I quickly rummage through my pockets, hoping to find a tissue.

But Taiga gets to me first. In a second, he’s right in front of me. One hand grips my shoulder, the other grabs my chin and tilts my head so that the wounded cheek faces him.

He licks from the base of my jaw up to the cut just beneath my cheekbone. His warmth caresses my cold skin, his breath cooling the trail of saliva mixed with blood, and a strange heat awakens the most sensitive parts of me.

After following the length of the blood trail, he leaves a kiss on my soft eyelid.

I slide my hand along the side of his neck, my thumb teasing his Adam’s apple.

Taiga: “You’re such a naughty little kitty, you know that?”

A sigh of pleasure makes his throat tremble beneath my fingers. Then he swallows, and his prominent bone slips from my grasp.

Behind his eyes, I see a flame blazing, burning away every thought that isn’t about me.

Reflected in his eyes is only me. Reflected in mine is a man who looks like a beast, ready to devour me.

This time, my instincts tell me to run—as far away from the impending danger as possible. But my heart tells me to surrender completely to him, to let him consume my body and soul until nothing of me remains.

Everything we did at Shi San Long felt like part of a dream, where nothing had consequences. Now that we’re back in the real world, every touch, every word, every thought about him feels a thousand times heavier.

(The dream is over. I have to wake up.)

Letting myself go with him is addictive. When I give in to his passion, my mind shuts off. I escape to a different world, one without curses or anomalies. A world where only two souls chase each other by day and merge by night, creating a small bubble of light in the darkness.

(I need to make a decision.)

I close my eyes for a few seconds, so his burning gaze won’t distract me. He stays still, waiting.

I promised myself I’d let myself go. Whether I’m at Shi San Long or in the real world—what difference does it make?

“Come on, let’s hurry back to my dorm.”

When I open my eyes, he’s grinning shamelessly.

Taiga: “Hop on.”

“On your back, you mean?”

Taiga: “Didn’t you want to hurry? If I carry you, we’ll get there in half the time.”

He turns his back and crouches, so I climb onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. To hold me more securely, he supports me by the thighs.

He starts running toward the campus. The wind whistles in my ears and sends my hair flying in all directions. I lean back slightly and stretch out my arms, lifting my chest away from his back.

I try to burn this moment into my memory—the starry sky racing above us, the night birds scattering in our path, the messy crimson hair beneath me, the laughter bubbling from my lungs and flying away toward unknown places.

I absorb every sound, every image, and every beat of our hearts.

The moonlight brings back the mystical splendor of the Clementia Cathedral, but once inside, its beauty completely fades away—broken pews and shattered tiles stand in stark contrast to the sacredness that still emanates from the few intact elements left.

The faint light coming through the rose window is like a gentle hand reaching toward destruction, stirring up dust and making the still-polished wood of the seats gleam.

To reach my room, we walk down the central nave of the church, stepping over rubble remnants and hoping that no new debris falls on my head.

(The principal said reconstruction work would start soon, but months have already passed…)

Fortunately, the dormitory is still in good condition, and soon we stand in front of my room’s door. Traces of decay stain the carpet beneath our feet, where our overlapping shadows stretch out.

I search for the keys in my bag, and as soon as I find the right one, I turn it in the lock. After just half a turn, I freeze in place—a cold hand slips under my shirt and brushes the bare skin of my back.

The rings, even colder, send a shiver down my spine with every touch. The palm slides along my side, moves up, down, then up again, following the movement of my diaphragm.

He shifts to my lower belly, and as something begins to stir beneath his fingers, I spin around abruptly.

“Let me open the doo—”

A moan cuts me off. Taiga throws himself at my neck, kissing and sucking greedily on every patch of exposed skin.

He pushes me against the door, and losing my balance, I cling to him. He immediately takes advantage, lifting me off the ground with one hand under my bottom. With the other, he sharply turns the key, lowers the handle, the support behind my back vanishes, and finally, we enter my room.

Closing the door behind us, we are greeted by an enveloping darkness. Before leaving for the mission, I made sure to lock all the windows and draw the curtains, which at night do their job perfectly, not letting in even a sliver of light.

All the chandeliers hanging on the walls are off, there’s not a soul around, even the principal’s cats have returned to his office for the night.

It’s just me and him.

The surrounding silence amplifies the sound of our bodies.

I can hear the moist smacking of Taiga’s kisses on my skin, the rustling of clothes as they fall one by one to the floor, the creaking of the parquet with each step we take, the metallic sound of his belt being undone.

Soon we are completely naked before each other, but the darkness hides our forms from one another’s eyes. Yes, we’re naked, but it’s as if we were fully clothed, covered from head to toe.

Curiosity and desire guide my hands over his torso; I start tracing the curves of his pectorals.

(If I can’t see him, then I’ll explore every part of him until I know him well enough to draw his body with my eyes closed.)

I climb and pass over his toned shoulders, then descend to his shoulder blades.

Before going down along his back, I move to his arms, caressing their entire length. When I reach his hands, I firmly hold them in mine.

With my thumbs, I trace the lines on his palms, starting from the fate line, then moving to the life line, the wisdom line, and finally brushing the heart line.

Taiga: “Finished your exploration, kitty-cat? Now it’s my turn.”

He quickly slips out of my grasp and grabs my hips, closing the distance between us. Every inch of my skin is glued to his; suddenly, everything is revealed.

Taiga: “Can you feel it?”

It’s too vague a question—I feel too much, the pure excitement shocks that shoot from my hardened nipples every time he brushes them, the hardness of his masculinity tickling my belly, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs it feels like it wants to break through, his tongue searching for mine.

My neurons are firing too many signals, too many sensations from too many parts of my body; my brain can barely process them anymore.

I’m out of breath, but I force myself to push out some strangled words from my throat.

“… There are candles by the bed… let me go light them.”

He kisses me, kisses me, and kisses me again. My mouth has become a ballroom; our tongues caress, then seek each other, dancing endlessly.

I step back, dragging Taiga with me. I know the room’s layout so well now I can move comfortably even with the lights off. Our legs intertwine, our feet stumble over each other, but we hardly notice—our bodies are a tangle of limbs, wandering hands, lips calling to each other.

When we reach the bed, I sit him down on the mattress.

“I’ll be right back.”

I open the nightstand drawer and pull out three candles, placing them on the clear surface of the furniture. I strike a match, bring the flame close to the wicks, and a faint warmth tingles my hand.

I blow out the match and set it atop one of the candles.

The faint yellowish light of the flickering flames reveals my bare body to Taiga’s eyes—and his to mine.

I am at the peak of my vulnerability. I have given him everything I could offer, I opened the door to my feelings, my worries, my heart; I let him touch my soul—and now my body.

With him, I touch the sky with my fingertips, but at the same time, my feet sink into hell up to my ankles.

I’ve offered him my essence, yet he remains an enigma to me—a chest sealed with thousands of chains locked by just as many locks. Maybe it’s too soon, maybe I’ll never know him fully, but for now, this is enough.

(However, that doesn’t mean I will give up easily.)

I will sneak into him, unlock every lock one by one, break every chain, and then touch the secret hidden inside the shell of his soul.

Still seated, Taiga studies me with an unreadable gaze, and I feel even more exposed than I already am.

The candle flames resemble the tip of a brush; reflected on me, they draw the sinuous curves of my bust, outline my breasts, the crease of my navel, the protruding bones of my hips, and the features of my femininity.

Taiga: “Come here.”

I step toward him, and as soon as I am close enough, he begins to trace all the lines of this drawing with his lips. Kiss by kiss, he moves down to my most sensitive area, and I understand nothing anymore; uncontrollable pleasure takes over my vocal cords, my movements, and my breath.

To avoid collapsing onto the floor, I rest my knees on the edge of the bed, clutching one of his shoulders with one hand and pulling back his rebellious fringe with the other. His hands squeeze my rear.

Sweaty, I reach my climax; he wipes the fluid left by my pleasure from his lower lip with his thumb.

I blink and find myself lying beneath him, the cold sheets like a thousand needles piercing my burning back. This uncomfortable contrast gives me goosebumps all over.

Taiga props himself up on his elbows beside my head; his gold necklace tickles the tip of my nose. A chuckle curves my mouth into a smile.

Then, with a sweetness I never thought he possessed, he presses his swollen lips to mine and slowly enters me.

I run my hands down his back and move my hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts. My fingers flutter like butterflies over his tense muscles.

Taiga’s breathing grows more erratic; his hot breath mingles with mine. Drops of sweat fall onto my skin, merging with the thin film covering my body.

He enters me with slow, deliberate movements, then fast and uneven. Our moans increase with the intensity of the act, and when I feel I’m almost at the limit, he pulls out, leaving me with an almost painful emptiness.

“Why did you stop…”

He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, pinning them to the pillow with one hand. The last thing I see are his irises, which, lit by the candle flames, seem to glow with their own light. Then he attacks my breast, biting and massaging the most sensitive part with his tongue before moving to the other.

I throw my head back; broken sighs get stuck between my parted lips.

When he detaches from my chest, it looks like an indecent version of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”: the marks of his bites are starry spirals, the bruised areolas of my nipples two full moons.

Without giving me time to recover, he joins me again, adopting such a frantic rhythm that it hardly seems human.

This time, he’s anything but gentle; he penetrates me with such frenzy that his member seems like a dagger, stabbing me again and again.

His forehead is furrowed, and in his eyes, I read an unusual concentration.

(He must be close to his limit too.)

I feel tension in my belly as Taiga stiffens even more inside me. I free myself from his grip and pull him close, capturing his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

It’s now late at night, and together we reach the climax of our lovemaking.

We separate, and I curl up in his arms. The damp sheets soaked with our scent form a nest for our exhausted bodies.

Taiga gives me a light kiss on the temple.

Taiga: “Rest, kitty-cat, I’ll take care of cleaning up.”

I’m too tired to speak or do anything else. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I give him a weak smile, and rocked by the circular movements of his hand on my back, I fall asleep.

The chirping of birds wakes me from my sleep. I slowly open my eyes and I am greeted by the gentle morning sunlight filtering through the cracks of the curtains. The burned-down candles have been out for who knows how long.

I’m still wrapped in Taiga’s arms, who, it seems, is still deeply asleep judging by how loudly he’s snoring.

(I must have been really exhausted not to hear all that noise.)

A clean sheet wraps around our still naked bodies; the remnants of the night before have been cleared away while I was sleeping.

(I didn’t think he was that caring.)

With a clean body and bed, I feel particularly refreshed. I prop myself up on one elbow and observe Taiga’s rare peaceful face. I stroke his smooth forehead with the back of my hand, then move down to his cheek and with a chuckle pinch the tip of his nose.

As if I hadn’t done anything, he keeps snoring with his mouth wide open.

(No luck, he’s definitely not a morning person.)

Since we finished the mission yesterday, today's off.

“I think I’ll give in to laziness too.”

I rest my head on his chest and quickly fall back asleep.

But without hearing the angry meows outside the door…

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉

The Restaurant <-PREVIOUS

Dividers: @dollywons @strangergraphics-archive & @cafekitsune

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #taiga hoshibami #taiga hoshibami x reader

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lilyinavalley · 11 days ago

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This is gonna be fun 👀

SIX ELIGIBLE BACHELORS DHDJHDKAKSSJB what is this, the bachelorette 😭😭

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lilyinavalley · 14 days ago

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Out of My Mind

AN: I listened to Dangerous by Sleep Token (the new album is a 10/10) and thought of Rui for this💜

TW: Angst and fluff (a tinge of nsfw, mainly YEARNING), has a happy ending. Rui is down bad (so are you). i imagine that the reaper curse works by reaping the soul from the body, but that mc is immune bc of her curse bc i say so

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to be unable to touch anyone else had been a profoundly isolating experience. rui often thought that many people feared being alone, being isolated. some thought it was better that way.

none of them had experienced it.

they hadn't tasted the deep ache of loneliness, the bitter desire to hold and be held by another person-

some days the weight in his chest felt too heavy, emptiness making him so light it was as if the next gust of wind would blow him away.

but he had built a shell- a fragile, desperate thing intended to seal off the need- need to be touched, feel skin against skin, to feel loved.

it had worked. his flirty persona a tremulous protection against what he could not have. was it unhealthy? definitely.

but it worked.

until he met you.

so bright, so kind, soft curves and sharp smiles. finally, rui understood what people meant when they said home was a person.

you radiated a warmth, the fear in your eyes so achingly familiar to the taste of his own, and rui found himself thinking about how it would feel to sink into your soft body- a thought quickly followed by a pang in his chest, shifting himself to be a few steps farther from you.

and when you earnestly promised to help him break his curse?

his eyes were drifting to your lips, imagining how sweet you would taste.

truly, he needed to stop. he needed to keep himself as far as possible from you. being around you felt like a dagger to the heart- he could never take the risk. would never do anything to hurt you- or in his case kill you.

he couldn't help it though. he needed you like oxygen, unable to breathe when you weren't near him.

it was a mistake. your presence made him giddy, and the harsh realizations that he could never feel your skin on his made the ground lurch beneath him.

he fought desperately to ignore his desire for you- shove it down, reinforce his shell, tuck all those emotions into a little box and throw away the key.

you were dangerous.

you flirted back with him, the reciprocation causing his ears to burn. sure, strangers who were unaware of his curse would flirt with him- never someone who knew, though.

he found himself unable to hide when he was near you- you saw through it everytime. he started turning to you when the emptiness became too much, your familiar presence filling some of the deep chasm at his core.

you'd talk about random things- things you had learned in class, the last mission you had helped with. what he coveted the most was the snippets he would get of your life from before.

the normalcy, the casualness of your words. you treated him like there was nothing different about him. your presence in his room and the cadence of your voice filling the air blanketed him, making the distance feel less overwhelming.

and when your curse weighed on you? you called him.

the man who could never pull you into his chest for comfort. who could never rub your back soothingly.

you called him.

and all at once it was drowning him. the flood of sheer affection, bittersweet love, the aching desire to strip you both bare, seeking the solid assuredness of the other person. it hurt. but it also felt right.

it felt as if this was always going to happen- that in whatever life this was going to be the outcome.

he was always going to love you.

at this point, it had been awhile since you had been assigned to Obscuary for a mission. it was only you and rui- ed had refused to accompany you and darkwick had yet to allow lyca off campus.

he watched you on the train, worrying your nail between your teeth. the mission mentioned a dangerous anomoly- one that was perfect for rui to handle.

the only time his reaper curse was useful.

the swirling lights outside highlighted your soft cheeks, and rui wondered what could have happed if you met under different circumstances. he imagined the sneaky kisses you could share in the mornings, lost among soft sheets and the haze of sleep before one of you would pad to the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the apartment you two shared. he thought of your soft arms wrapping around his torso while he cooked, your warmth seeping into him from behind.

you two could have had a normal life.

a normal relationship.

yet here you were, on the roof of an abandoned apartment building, facing the creature.

your research into the topic had revealed rumors that this apartment building was abandoned due to a malevolent spirit.

an urban explorer had gone missing three days ago after talking about going to this building.

turns out the spirit had killed him and possessed his body.

He stood in front of you both, a broken camera afixed to his chest, limbs jerky, milky eyes fixed on you both.

The creature lurched forward with startling speed. you tried to jump out of the way, only to feel the iron grip your arm as the corpse reached out, graying flesh gripping your jacket.

"rui!" your frightened scream caused the ghouls blood to freeze in his veins as he watched it throw you.

rui shoots forward, ripping off his glove as the creature grabs him.

his hand sinks into the dead flesh, the creatures final snarl echoing before its grip went slack.

rui didn't hesitate, feet pounding into the concrete as he runs to you, gripping the roofledge with white fingertips.

your frightened expression mirrored his, fingers slipping.

"help!" you begged, and rui attempted to shove his gloves back on, until-

"rui!" your shriek caused him to react, grabbing your wrist as your fingers slid off the ledge, hauling you to safety.

and then he froze, hand flying from your wrist as if he had been burned, bile rising in his throat as he scrambled back from you.

his eyes were squeezed shut, unable to take in your lifeless form.

tears began to leak from his eyes as he realized what he had done.

choked gasps fell from his mouth, breath rapid, unable to fill his lungs.

he had fucked up more than he could have ever imagined.

he hadn't done enough to suppress his feelings, had allowed them to fester- had allowed himself the paradise of your presence. and yet, reality would always come crashing down. he would always hurt people.

he would always kill them-

"rui?" he winces at the sound of your voice, eyes cracking open, unable to prevent himself from seeking you even when he knew it was hopeless-

you were kneeling in front of him, hands up in a way like you were reaching out for him.

you were alive.

but he touched you- had felt the smoothness of your skin against his.

you meet his gaze carefully, calmly- hesitantly reaching out like you expected him to jerk away.

and then your hands cupped his cheeks, rui's eyes fluttering closed at the feeling, your thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes.

it had been so long since he had experienced such tenderness.

"you saved me." those words caused his eyes to open, taking in the gratitude on your face. no anger at his carelessness, at the fact that he had touched you and every one he touched died.

"y-yeah," he stammered, unable to believe it.

you were alive. and he could touch you.

he's moving before he knows it, swooping forward with one thought in mind.

how would your lips feel on his?

the answer?

heavenly.

he's sure that his tears are wetting your cheeks until he pulls away and sees that you are crying too, looking at him with such unadulterated adoration while his hands cradle your cheeks with reverence.

and just before he can form the words, you speak.

"i love you."

its the soft assuredness of your tone, no ounce of doubt in your voice. you said it like it was a fact. like it always had been.

rui knows it was a fact for him.

lips against yours, he murmurs "i love you too," and he knows he always had, even before meeting you. a part of him had been in love with you since the beginning of time, and in any life he knew he would love you.

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lilyinavalley · 14 days ago

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𝕷𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 - 𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖆 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖒𝖎🐯

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 - 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱

Do you want to know what happened with Taiga in the cut scenes of episode 16? Then Check it out...

Taiga Hoshibami x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warning! Mildly suggestive Contents! flirting, drinking, smoking, kissing, rough kissing, gentle kissing, dancing, making out [Masterlist]

Taiga: “So why don’t you just stay here, kitty-cat?”

“Stay here?”

Taiga: “Time moves faster in here, doesn’t it? How long do you have left before you kick the bucket?”

“A little over three months…”

Taiga: “Then it’s thirty months if you spend them here. In the meantime, those henchmen outside can rack their brains trying to find a way to fix you. You just stay curled up in here and wait, kitty-cat. Smart idea, huh?”

“I don’t think it’s right to just sit around waiting without trying to find a solution myself.”

Taiga: “You really think you can do something? It won’t matter whether you’re there or not. Try as hard as you want, but what’s meant to be will be.”

He puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to whisper in my ear.

Taiga: “So? Don’t think about it. Just stay here with me.”

“Here with you…”

(If I stay here, I’ll have more time…)

(But… he’s right.)

“Would you really be okay with me staying here with you?”

He looks me in the eyes with an unreadable expression, holding my gaze for so long that time itself seems to slow down.

I try to meet his eyes, but the steam from the kitchen mixed with the smoke from the other patrons’ cigarettes starts to sting.

I blink to moisten my eyes, and by the time my vision clears, Taiga has already looked away. The answer to my question is, definitively, silence.

His lack of confirmation fills me with bitterness. After all, from his perspective, a life with me must seem terribly boring. Of course he wasn’t serious. Not to mention, I can’t live forever in this artificial city.

I reach for the tokkuri still full of sake that Taiga had ordered, but before I can even touch it, he beats me to it and starts pouring the drink into my cup, then into his.

We both raise our ceramic sakazuki and drink the sake in one gulp. The characteristic burn of the alcohol warms my throat and relaxes my nerves.

“You know, Taiga, we’ve known each other for a while now, and I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

This time, I pour the sake for both of us. Without waiting for a reply, I continue, gently swirling the liquid in my cup.

“You know something no one else does, right? And I’m not talking about secrets… but the future. You often act like you already know what’s going to happen, yet you don’t do anything to change the course of events. Instead, you go on acting carefree, like nothing you do matters, and the outcome will be the same no matter what.”

I sip the drink more slowly, glancing at him sideways. He keeps his eyes fixed on the cook juggling pans in the kitchen, his head lazily resting on the back of his hand.

(You really don’t like saying what’s on your mind, huh?)

I huff and, still waiting for any reaction from him, I down a few more cups of sake. When I feel the alcohol hitting a bit too hard, I set the cup down on the counter and nibble on some kataifi shrimp from one of the many dishes in front of us.

Taiga: “You’re right. I can predict the future.”

His sudden statement throws me off. I turn toward him, eyes wide.

He pulls a Chinese pipe from his jacket pocket, lights the tobacco with a match, and brings it to his lips. A puff of white smoke drifts out, reaching me too.

He lowers the slim gold-and-wood stem from his mouth and leans in dangerously close. The intense smell of burnt tobacco floods my nose.

Taiga: “Want proof?”

His gaze is too intense, his lips too close, my heart beating way too fast.

(I really shouldn’t have drunk so much…)

“Okay, show me.”

I look at him expectantly. He brings the golden tip of the pipe back to his lips, squints playfully, and smokes deliberately slowly.

Once the last wisp of smoke escapes between his sharp teeth, he places his free hand on my cheek, rubbing my cheekbone in gentle circles with his thumb.

Taiga: “Now I’m going to try to kiss you, and you’re going to slap me in disgust.”

His serious look vanishes as quickly as it came. He bursts into loud laughter, even doubling over with a hand on his stomach. The hand on my cheek slaps the counter repeatedly. I must look completely stunned — as do the other customers who’ve turned around at the commotion.

(Very funny, truly hilarious.)

He begins to calm down after a full minute. When he finally stops laughing, he throws his head back, catches his breath, and looks at me again with a mocking grin.

Taiga: “Ahhh, teasing you is way too much fun, ki—”

Before he can finish the sentence, I grab his shoulders and capture his lips with mine.

At first, Taiga freezes, but when I run the tip of my tongue along his lower lip, he responds with a breath-stealing hunger.

He sets the pipe down on the counter, grabs the back of my neck with one hand and wraps the other arm around my waist, pulling me toward him. I slide off the stool and in an instant, I’m pressed against his chest, positioned between his open legs.

He doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. He kisses me like he wants to devour me — merciless, overwhelming, almost intimidating.

When I feel I truly need air, I push him away firmly.

(I don’t want to die of asphyxiation ahead of schedule.)

Just before our lips part completely, he nibbles on my lower lip, teasing the sensitive skin with his sharp teeth—gently enough not to draw blood.

I open my eyes and find Taiga breathless, eyes shining. The Chinese lanterns above us cast a golden light across his sharp features, highlighting the faint blush creeping from beneath his eyes to the tips of his ears.

Taiga: “You surprised me, kitty-cat. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

(Neither did I… I definitely drank too much.)

But letting go isn’t so bad after all. Taiga’s right. In a few months, I might not even be alive anymore. What’s the point in holding back? Better to make bold choices than die full of regrets.

“I could still surprise you.”

The hand that had been resting at the back of my neck slides up, fingers threading through my hair. His black-polished nails tickle my scalp, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine, ending in a soft moan.

Then his hand pulls away and the strands fall softly over my shoulders. He continues playing with my hair, running it through his fingers.

The laughter from the men playing Mahjong, the clinking of silverware, and the murmur of other diners create a carefree, lively atmosphere I haven’t experienced in a long time.

Taiga turns toward the others with a slight smile.

Taiga: “See? It’s not so bad here, after all.”

He picks up the pipe he’d left on the table and brings it back to his lips.

Temptation wraps around me like ivy—climbing my limbs, curling in my hair. Once it takes root, it’s hard to pull out. It suffocates you until you vanish from the world’s sight.

(No… I can’t stay here.)

“They say some things are beautiful because they don’t last. I think that no matter how fascinating Shi San Long is, even you would get bored eventually. Besides, if you stay here, who’ll run Sinostra’s casino?”

I say with extreme irony.

Taiga: “Ahhh, you’re right. Who’ll spend all of Lulù’s money in gambling?”

We both burst into a liberating laugh.

Taiga pulls me close again, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Still smiling, he rubs his nose against mine and whispers:

Taiga: “Kitty-cat, come with me. Let’s have some fun before we leave this place.”

(As if he hasn’t been doing his own thing since we got to this city…)

When we step out of the restaurant, it’s already late at night. The narrow alleys of this district are bathed in the neon lights of various shops.

This hour belongs to the youth, who hang out for a good time. The streets are full of laughing groups, couples holding hands and hurrying—likely on their way home.

Taiga keeps me close with an arm around my waist. Together we weave through the twisted alleys of Shi San Long, trying not to bump into people.

(Mostly to spare the poor souls from Taiga.)

The evening breeze tousles our hair. Taiga’s long ponytail, which magically appeared with his clothes when we crossed the door, sways gently with the wind.

Without thinking, I reach out and grab the ponytail, letting it slide across my palm.

Taiga: “Do you like me with long hair? If you say yes, I might consider growing it out when we get back.”

He pulls me even closer, pressing my abdomen to his side.

Not intimidated, I take the initiative too, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Didn’t you want to have fun? Come with me.”

I grab his hand and pull him into a place that looks like a nightclub. We descend a dark staircase; with every step, the muffled music grows louder.

At the bottom, I open a heavy black door and we’re greeted by a room packed with people swaying to the beat — hot bodies intertwined under strobe lights.

Without hesitation, I pay for two entries and rush with Taiga into the center of the dance floor.

We’re so tightly packed that we barely have space to move. I start swaying to the pounding rhythm while he stands still, his face masked in flickering darkness.

I turn my back to him, grab his arms, and wrap them around me. With my hands over his, I start guiding him with my body.

Finally, he begins to move too, sliding his hands along my hips, up and down my curves. I let my head fall back onto his firm chest.

Our heated gazes meet, and I turn back toward him.

I cup his face, rest my forehead against his, and we keep dancing like that—noses brushing, his hands exploring my shoulders, then down, tracing my waistline with his thumbs, lower, and lower… stopping on my rear.

I close my eyes and give in to the moment. I focus on the music rattling my eardrums, his body pressed against mine, and his scorching breath brushing my lips.

When I open my eyes again, a new song is playing—more upbeat this time. The crowd moves more frenetically, and we nearly get separated.

We get swept up in the energy, and Taiga grabs my hand, raises it, and spins me. Then he pulls me close to his chest, leaning in toward my ear.

Taiga: “Having fun, kitty-cat?”

He shouts to rise above the deafening music.

“Yes.”

I dance until I’m exhausted, until every joint aches, until my skin is soaked with sweat and my hair sticks to my forehead.

Drained, I collapse into Taiga’s arms—he hasn’t left me for a second.

“Let’s get some air.”

Without another word, we head for the exit.

Compared to when we arrived, the street is much emptier now—it must be really late.

I lean against a wall and let myself slide down to the ground.

“Ahh, I’m so exhausted. Can we go back to the inn?”

Taiga remains standing in front of me with his arms crossed.

Taiga: “I want to go somewhere first.”

“Alright, but wait a sec—”

Without giving me a moment to rest, he lifts me up, tosses me into the air, and catches me in his arms, one supporting my back and the other under my knees.

“Again?! Taiga, you have to stop throwing me into the air!”

He answers with a satisfied laugh and then jumps onto a trash bin.

“Where are we going?!”

I scream in fear, but I’m completely ignored, as instead of answering, Taiga is too busy doing parkour over pipes, balconies, and air conditioner vents, apparently trying to climb to the top of a building.

(Ahh, I give up.)

I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes, hiding my head on his shoulder, trying not to think about the reckless leaps he’s making dozens of meters above the ground.

Taiga: “Don’t be scared, open your eyes, kitty.”

He says this once we’ve come to a complete stop, still holding me in his arms.

I open my eyes hesitantly and loose the tight grip I had on him, almost choking him.

The view takes my breath away—we’re on the tallest building in Shi San Long. The city stretches out for miles below us like a spiderweb. You can clearly distinguish the dimly lit residential areas and the nightlife districts, glowing like tiny worlds of light in a universe that is still asleep.

“It’s beautiful.”

Taiga lets me go, and I walk toward the edge of the rooftop. The air is much crisper up here—a cold shiver runs up my spine and spreads to my arms, which I quickly cross over my chest to try and gather a bit of warmth.

Taiga: “Doesn’t seeing everything from up here make you feel invincible?”

He doesn’t offer me his jacket, but he does pull me into a hug from behind.

“So we came up here just to inflate your ego?”

A smile softens my expression, and another loud laugh makes his chest shake. I finally start to feel a little warmer.

I turn around and wrap my arms around Taiga.

“Thank you.”

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.

I kiss him lightly, trying to express all the gratitude I feel for these moments of peace he’s given me.

I kiss him passionately, so he can feel the fire that runs through my veins every time he touches me.

And then I kiss him tenderly, because I’m not ready yet to put a name to the feelings that tickle my heart every time we’re together.

When I pull away, I look into his eyes without saying a word.

A single tear falls down my cheek and disappears into the darkness of the night.

Dividers by: @dollywons and @strangergraphics-archive

The Room <-PREVIOUS NEXT-> The Walk

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lilyinavalley · 16 days ago

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𝕷𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 - 𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖆 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖒𝖎 🐯

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1 - 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪

Do you want to know what happened with Taiga in the cut scenes of episode 16? Then check it out...

Taiga Hoshibami x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Contents! romance, sexual tension, slow build, explicit language, flirting, sharing a bed, sleeping together, sharing a room [Masterlist] A reimagining of certain parts of the main story — in particular, you'll see what happened the night our protagonist shared a room with Taiga, an additional part in the second scene at the restaurant, and finally what would have happened if, at the end of the mission, Taiga and the protagonist had returned to the academy by taking a walk together. Enjoy the read!

Romeo: “So, what’s your plan?”

“Huh?”

Romeo: “Don’t give me that blank stare. There are only two rooms, so you’ll have to share with one of us. I’ll let you decide.”

“Oh! Um, then… I’ll stay with Taiga. Is that okay with you?”

Taiga: “Why are you asking me? … Oh, I see. What a dirty mind you’ve got, kitty-cat”

(I have a feeling I won’t be getting much sleep tonight.)

The room is even smaller than I expected. From the too-close side walls seeps an almost nauseating air of decay.

At the back of the room, there’s a single, small, round, half-open window.

(Probably broken too. I guess tonight we’ll be falling asleep to the noise of the street — as if the paper-thin walls weren’t enough already.)

There’s no furniture to speak of, aside from a termite-bitten wooden table on one side and a bunk bed on the other.

(At least the sheets look clean.)

The bathroom, of course, is shared, so I drop my duffel bag, pull out my change of clothes and toiletry bag, then turn around to get ready for the night.

Taiga: “Running off already, kitty-cat?”

With an amused smirk, Taiga is still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his duffel bag abandoned on the dirty floor.

“I’m just going to change in the bathroom. You should change too while I’m gone.”

I take a few steps, hoping he’ll move out of the way, but he remains in that arrogant pose, not moving an inch.

My face ends up just centimeters from his chest, and still, he doesn't budge. I look up, ready to voice my irritation, but he silences me by gently taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The room is lit only by a bell-shaped ceiling lamp, its bulb flickering like it could go out any second, along with the dim neon glow from the nighttime city filtering through the small window. This mix of soft lighting reflects in Taiga’s feline eyes, clear enough that I can see my own reflection.

Taiga: “Where did all that courage from earlier go? Change here. In front of me.”

There’s a teasing, provocative tone in his voice, but he's serious enough to expect I’d actually go through with it.

(He’s messing with me again. But two can play at that game.)

“Alright.”

Pretending not to see his shocked expression, I lay my clothes on the wobbly table, I slowly bring my hands to the first button of my pink qipao and begin to unfasten it.

“Well? Aren’t you changing too? After all that talk, you freeze up the moment I start undressing. Are you shy?”

Giving in to the provocation, Taiga pulls off his jacket and throws it onto the top bunk, quickly unfastens his crop top, and just as he lifts it over his head, I take advantage of the second his vision is covered and his arms are occupied to slip out of the room.

(All those times I had to escape during the missions with the ghoul finally came in handy.)

Without looking back, I close the door behind me and dash to the bathrooms.

(I should’ve chosen to stay with Ritsu…)

Still, Taiga’s bare torso lingers vividly in my mind, and a blush creeps onto my cheeks. I try to wash away these intrusive thoughts with cold water, then lock the stall and start getting ready for the night.

After washing off the fatigue of the day and changing clothes, I head back to the room.

Before going in, I pause at the doorway, take a deep breath, and hoping not to find Taiga in one of his chaotic moods, I turn the key and push the handle down.

Taiga: “Welcome back, kitty-cat. That little stunt you pulled earlier was pretty funny.”

Taiga says this with a loud laugh the moment I walk in.

(He took it well and seems to be in a good mood. That’s a relief.)

He’s lying sideways across the top bunk, feet against the wall, head dangling off the edge. His red-and-white bangs fall downward, revealing his forehead and giving him a more innocent, childlike look.

I throw him a playful glance and start putting away the clothes I’d taken off. His duffel is now on the table too. I turn to see he’s actually put on a pajamas while I was gone.

“Don’t you need to use the bathroom?”

Taiga: “Already did. Do you have any idea how long you were gone?”

“You’re exaggerating. I wasn’t gone that long.”

I shoot him a disapproving look and slide under the covers.

“Good night.”

Taiga: “What?! You’re going to sleep already?”

“Exactly. We’ve done more than enough today — I’m exhausted.”

A yawn escapes my lips, and from above, I hear a quiet grumble.

Taiga: “So boring…”

After that brief exchange, I switch off the light next to my bed, close my eyes, and finally, silence follows.

Minutes pass, but sleep still doesn’t come. Maybe it’s the street noise, the horribly uncomfortable mattress, or the thin walls letting in the neighbors’ voices — either way, my exhaustion makes way for other thoughts.

In this dark room, the worries I’ve been carrying for months resurface in my weary mind.

The day when Kyklos’ curse takes over is drawing closer. I’ve been on countless missions and gotten nowhere. I keep pretending to stay positive, not to drown in despair, but now the shadow of death is slowly tightening around my throat, stealing my breath more each day until it finally takes it all on judgment day.

Taiga: “Your thoughts are so loud I can’t sleep either.”

I jolt at the sudden sound of his voice breaking the silence.

“What?!”

I see a movement near the top bunk, but my eyes aren’t yet used to the dark. After a moment, I manage to make out an arm reaching down.

Taiga: “Give me your hand.”

I hesitate in silence, trying to process what he just said.

(He seriously wants me to give him my hand? Something’s fishy here…)

A tingling flutters in my chest, but despite my suspicion, I hesitantly reach up. The moment my fingers brush his — strangely bare of rings — he grabs my wrist and, with ridiculous strength, yanks me into the air, throwing me onto the top bunk.

A startled scream echoes in the room, immediately muffled by Taiga covering my mouth with his other hand.

Taiga: “Shhh, you don’t want to wake the neighbors up don't you. If you ruin Lulù’s beauty sleep, he’ll be in a bad mood all day.”

And just like that, I find myself straddling Taiga, his face a breath away, my lips pressed to his palm.

I wriggle out of his grip and whisper angrily.

“Are you insane?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Up here, the darkness is slightly less oppressive. The lights from the building across the street shine through the window, letting me see his sharp teeth peeking through a cocky grin.

(Useless question — of course he’s insane.)

The closeness between us starts making me nervous. A swarm of butterflies stirs in my stomach, and my ears burn.

(Good thing it’s dark — I must be as red as a tomato.)

I try to shift, but Taiga grabs my arms tighter, keeping me still.

“Taiga, let me go. Right now.”

Taiga: “I don’t feel like it.”

“Then what do you want?”

Taiga: “Lie down next to me, kitty-cat. Be my hot water bottle.”

With an exasperated sigh, I drop beside him. He finally lets go, but things don’t get better — we’re now pressed together in a bed clearly not made for two adults.

The butterflies flutter harder. My breathing quickens. Taiga always affects me like this. Maybe the curse is already eating away at my humanity, because the rational me from before would’ve never felt this way for someone like him — a guy who makes you think of words like insane, psychopath, killer, mobster, gambling addict, and so on. And yet, here I am, beside him, by my choice, when I could’ve been with Romeo or Ritsu.

“So you dragged me up here just because you’re cold?”

Taiga: “Get under the blanket.”

(Not answering, huh?)

I do as he says, slipping under the covers, now warm from his body heat.

We lie there silently, side by side, eyes wide open, staring at the cracked ceiling less than half a meter above.

All the dark thoughts that had begun clouding my mind minutes ago were scattered by Taiga’s sudden stunt. Now, though, I can’t sleep for a different reason…

“Why can’t you sleep?”

Taiga: “Mmmh, because this place sucks. And like I said, your thoughts are too loud.”

That stupid line makes me chuckle softly.

“Oh yeah? Then what was I thinking about?”

Taiga starts tracing the knuckles of the hand closest to him, then glides down, brushing each finger one by one. A shiver runs up my arm, raising goosebumps.

Taiga: “You’re afraid of dying, aren’t you?”

He turns on his side, resting on one elbow, leaning closer.

His fingers leave my hand, trailing slowly over my wrist bones, up my forearm, reaching my shoulder, outlining the curve of my collarbone, and finally stopping at my throat. His hand wraps lightly around my neck, resting there without pressure.

Taiga: “Can you feel how fast your heart’s beating. Is it fear? Or something else?”

He whispers. And he doesn’t need to tighten his grip. My breath is already caught.

His hand glides along my jaw, then to my cheekbone. My eyes narrow into slits, lashes brushing against his fingers.

(I feel like I’m dying.)

I’m frozen in place, unable to move. Right now, he could do anything to me, and I wouldn’t stop him — because deep down, I want this.

Every touch of his sends adrenaline surging through me. Every word makes my chest tremble with pleasure. His closeness, his warmth — it makes me lose my mind.

I inhale. Exhale. Try to take back control.

Suddenly, sharp banging and an angry shout from the other side of the wall snap us out of it.

Romeo(?): “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to sleep!”

Romeo’s unmistakable angry voice cuts through the wall and echoes into our room.

After the outburst, silence returns. Taiga groans and pulls me into his arms, pressing my head against his chest.

Taiga: “Close your eyes and stop thinking, kitty-cat. In the end… it’ll end how it ends.”

(It’ll end how it ends…)

And so, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and his steady breathing, I finally fall asleep.

(Sleeping in someone’s arms… isn’t bad at all. Now I get why he always wants me to be his hot water bottle…)

Dividers by: @dollywons and @strangergraphics-archive

NEXT-> The Restaurant

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lilyinavalley · 1 month ago

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Your Name Is A Scar I Carry

Summary: He remembers everything. You remember nothing. Caught in a world of riddles, curses, and crimson-laced futures, an impulsive man with blood on his hands carries a burden no one else can see. You're just trying to survive. He's trying to save you—over and over again. But how do you love someone who’s already mourned you a hundred times?

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It’s always the same goddamn night.

Same flickering lights in the train corridor. Same scream. Same outstretched hand reaching for someone who never should’ve been there in the first place.

You.

You don’t belong in his world.

You’re not a fighter, or a superhuman. Just a normal person who stepped on the wrong train at the worst time. Just a heartbeat, a laugh, a softness this world never deserved. You weren’t meant for blood and anomalies. And yet—you became the center of the storm.

Every time you die, the world resets.

And every time, Taiga is the only one who remembers.

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He didn’t care the first time.

You were nobody. Just a girl with a too-heavy bag, tripping into the aisle with wide, confused eyes. He shoved past you, chasing the Kyklos anomaly, thinking you would disappear like the rest of the world that wasn’t cursed or cruel.

But when you died screaming, and the world snapped back to zero... And it happened again... And again...

He began to realize: You were the anchor.

You were the fixed point that marked the start of every nightmare.

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Taiga tried everything.

He ignored you. He warned you. He let you die.

Nothing changed.

Each time, the dream reloaded like a glitching slot machine, and he was the only one holding the memory. Holding the guilt.

You, though—you never remembered. Not once. Every time he met your eyes, it was like you were meeting him for the first time. Innocent. Trusting. Unafraid.

God, it was torture.

You didn’t know who he was. You didn’t know what you meant. You didn’t know what it cost him to reach for you again.

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This loop this time, he plays it differently.

The sun is warm for once. The air smells like citrus and smoke.

You’re struggling with your bag again.

And he’s there, leaning against a streetlamp like he owns the damn universe.

“Hey,” he says smoothly. “You look like you’re about to throw your back out.”

He smiles, shark-like, all teeth and charm. “Been a long time.”

You blink. “We’ve never met.”

Oh, but you have.

A thousand times.

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“I’ll carry that,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Let’s just say I’ve got a soft spot for disaster girls.”

You don’t understand. You laugh, but your eyes narrow. You’re wary—he can’t blame you. He looks like trouble. He is trouble.

But you hand him the handle anyway.

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At the casino, he plays the All-In. Not because he is one—but because he's desperate to stall the future.

You sit at his table. You laugh at his jokes. You call him reckless, arrogant, impossible.

And he lets you.

Because in every loop before this, you never make it past the seventh day.

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You don’t know about the notebook hidden under his mattress. You don’t know about the stunned face of his that marks each time you died. You don’t know the sound you make when the curse hits you. You don’t know how many times he’s carried your body from the wreckage.

And you don’t know that every time he touches you, he’s mourning a version of you that’s already gone.

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You don’t know the loop. Only Taiga does.

And it’s killing him.

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“You’re not like the others,” you say one night, soft and quiet, watching the city lights glow outside his window. “You act like you know me.”

“I do,” he answers without thinking.

You look at him, confused. “We’ve barely met.”

He wants to scream. Wants to break something. Instead, he just shrugs.

“Feels like longer.”

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Eventually, the Kyklos comes again.

It always does.

He sees it in the reflection of your eyes. The way your smile falters. The chill in the air that you don’t notice but he does.

You don’t remember the pain. You don’t remember the curse. You don’t remember dying.

But he does.

So when he shoves you behind him, when he stands between you and the monster, when he pulls the trigger without hesitation—

It’s not because he’s brave. It’s because he’s so damn tired of watching you disappear.

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You wake up in his arms.

Alive.

Breathing.

And still unaware of what you escaped.

Taiga’s trembling.

You look up at him, dazed. “Did I...?”

“No,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “You’re okay.”

“Taiga... are you crying?”

He laughs bitterly, wiping his face. “Nah. Just allergies.”

You don’t push him.

You never do.

And he never tells you the truth.

Because if you knew—if you knew how many times you’d died for his sins, how many timelines he burned trying to save you—

You’d never look at him the same way again.

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EPILOGUE

Taiga doesn’t sleep much anymore.

Sometimes he stands at the foot of your bed, watching you breathe, memorizing every rise and fall like it’s the first sunrise after a war.

You hum in your sleep. Dreamless. Peaceful.

You don’t know the loop.

You never will.

And maybe that’s a mercy.

Because he’ll remember for the both of you.

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"You said you'd never leave, And then you did.

But now you're here, And I won’t let you go again.

Even if it kills me. Even if it already has."

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Inspiration: Is It Too Late by Alie Gatie (song) Firebird Trilogy by Claudia Gray (book) ────────────────────────────────────────────

Ao3 vers. Notes: It has been a while, hope everyone's fine. I've been caught up with work and do covers so I barely have time to play or do fic TvT. Work's tiring but we must do our best to survive! Fic posts might be delayed again so please stay and bear with me! <3

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lilyinavalley · 2 months ago

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Forbidden Desire

Caleb x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Contents! fluff, first kiss, light angst, comfort [Masterlist]

I suggest to listen to "Call It Fate, Call It Karma" by The Strokes while reading, enjoy ;)

"The next stop is ***, the doors open on the right."

Spring had finally arrived, the sun was beginning to warm our skin, and the air carried the characteristic scent of the season.

The timid rays of sunlight filtering through the subway car's windows caressed our faces, while the green fields shimmered with golden reflections, like an afternoon still in its infancy.

The train moved at a steady pace, it was now far from the city, with only the occasional trees casting their fleeting shadows upon us.

The tremor caused by the wheels running along the tracks and the slippery plastic seats made us lean closer, so our thighs began to brush against each other. Caleb finally stirred from gazing at the seemingly unchanging landscape.

As if struck by a sudden jolt, he turned sharply, and our eyes met.

His eyes were so clear I could see my reflection in them. Within his violet irises, I saw an ordinary version of myself, and yet his gaze often made me wonder if it was truly me in front of him, or some kind of divine being. After all, such evident devotion could only belong to a believer.

By then, we were deep into the countryside. The last passengers had already disembarked, leaving just the two of us. The murmur of conversations had finally given way to the soft music flowing from the speakers.

"This is the first time I've seen an empty subway car. Doesn't it feel surreal to you?"

Caleb let out a small laugh.

"You're right, it almost feels like a dream."

I wrapped my arm around his and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Then let's stay in this illusion a little longer."

I had lost track of how much time had passed since the last stop, and the repetitive scenery wasn’t helping.

Closing my eyes, I let myself be lulled by the gentle rocking of the train and the soft melody playing in the background.

At some point, I felt a light tickling on the back of my hand. Caleb’s slender fingers slid between mine, and the warmth of his hand enveloped me.

His touch made me open my eyes. I found his face only inches away, his expression completely changed.

His eyes, once filled with devotion, now held uncertainty. It was clear something was holding him back—his lips, pressed together, betrayed his attempt to conceal his true emotions.

It wasn’t the first time I had seen this side of him, but I also knew that I was likely the reason behind his hesitation. The mental construct we had built since childhood had laid deep, solid foundations within my heart.

Fear had draped a veil over me—its fabric semi-transparent, creating a see-through illusion for him. That illusion planted a seed of doubt, growing day by day, year after year, sinking its roots deeper into his heart and spreading its tendrils throughout his mind until he could no longer truly see me. Blinded by his own fear, time continued to pass relentlessly, his unspoken emotions piling up.

And so, there we were again, standing before each other—victims of our desire, prisoners of our fear. It would only take one of us to muster the courage to close the almost nonexistent gap between our lips. Just that.

Then darkness fell.

The train entered a tunnel, yet, for some reason, the artificial lights inside the car failed to turn on.

The loud echo of the train rushing through the confined space created an almost deafening commotion.

That fleeting moment felt like a wrong note in a perfect composition. Perhaps, that was exactly what we needed—a misplaced line in an impeccable score, an escape from reality.

Deprived of sight, we were freed from the burden we had imposed upon ourselves. And so, I seized the moment.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my heartbeat accelerated exponentially.

I pulled away from his grasp and turned my hand so that our palms touched. Intertwining my fingers with his, I squeezed tightly.

I felt his breath grow uneven, yet he still did not move.

So, I took the initiative.

His breath became warmer, closer—until it disappeared altogether. A cold softness enveloped my warm lips.

Our first kiss was brief and clumsy, our inexperience evident. Yet, we didn’t let that discourage us. After the first came another, and then another, each one bolder than the last. The longing that had accumulated over the years took over our minds, transforming our kisses into something more possessive, more ravenous.

We pulled apart just as the train emerged from the tunnel, light once again illuminating the car’s interior.

I found myself staring into two gleaming amethyst gems, still brimming with desire and possession.

A deep flush made his burning gaze stand out even more, but then, he turned away, pressing his lips together with a guilty expression, as if he had been caught in the act of committing a crime.

I tore away the veil of fear and guilt that the darkness had momentarily rendered transparent. Rising abruptly, I cupped his face in my hands.

"You were right—this is suffocating. I’m tired of playing family."

I captured his lips again, and he immediately responded.

Time stretched, each second lasting a minute; even space lost its meaning. The final station never arrived, and we remained trapped on a train that seemed to go on forever, without ever stopping.

I sat on his lap and placed a hand over his heart.

"Caleb, you have to promise me something."

He didn’t reply, but his gaze was sincere. That one look spoke more than a thousand words. I knew, without a doubt, that whatever I asked, he would accept. These weren’t empty words—before me sat a man who would dedicate every moment of his existence to making me happy, a man who hadn’t hesitated to throw away his soul and body to protect me from those who coveted my power.

"You must never hide your suffering or your troubles from me again."

Because loving someone means loving them as they truly are—it means embracing their vulnerabilities as your own and standing by them in times of need.

It also means accepting their flaws and growing together.

"You don’t have to wear an armor when you’re with me. We’re not children anymore—I can fight by your side now, and I will stand with you in moments of weakness."

Caleb lowered his head, his dark bangs falling over his eyes, concealing his expression.

A single tear slipped from beneath his hair. I leaned down and kissed it away, letting the salty droplet disappear.

"We are arriving at the final stop. Please collect your personal belongings. The doors will open on the left."

I wrapped my arms around him, and at last, he lifted his head. With slightly reddened eyes, he held me even tighter.

Like all dreams, this one, too, came to an end.

"I promise you."

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