#bts prologue

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the Begins≠Youth trailer opening with That Scene oh they knew what they were doing

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Godless (18+ MDNI)

Summary: The thriving streets with booming businesses have come to a stand still. Curfews and police raids every few hours to seize any whiff of narcotics terrorised every person, regardless of involvement. The Upper Side lies unfaltering in their picket fences. In this induced borderline dystopia, in your cardboard box apartment you have found a strange joy in watching the actions of a tangerine-stealing thug.

pairing: suga/yoongi/agust d x fem!reader

part warning(s): drug trafficking

a/n: this is still very fun

PROLOGUE

The air smelled of nothing. Every inch of the hall was so clean that the novices took their time with every breath, inhaling the rare fresh air, filling their stomach with it and trying to hold it in as long as they could. 

"I will now begin to present the details of the latest report of seized narcotics from LB-Z*. The entire block has been sealed for now. But our sources tell us that this block was the latest den of Suga-"

"Suga, again?"

"Is he real? I thought that was just for the news?"

"What kind of a name is that?"

The Commissioner cleared his throat, immediately shutting up the murmurs inside the hall. He was old but when he spoke, he sounded another ten years older. He croaked, "No face to the name still?"

The presenter nervously looked towards her superior before stuttering out some vague excuses.

"Do we even know if it is one person or a gang?"

Silence spread through the hall. Every breath could be counted. No one could really understand how this kept happening. Ever since the Complete Narcotics Seize* began in 2025, the nation watched as the reputation of the Korean National Police only flew higher and higher. Drug trafficking cases that were unsolved for years were being closed one after another and just when the international eye fell on the Republic of Korea, Suga appeared. 

The Busan LBs*, which had been quietened, were suddenly posing a huge obstruction to the nation's falling crime rate. The tensions were high as the stakes were higher. Large scale meetings and conferences were being held and Busan Metropolitan Police suddenly became the most searched on the internet. 

It was obvious that a hall full of officers of every rank couldn't understand why suddenly their well put efforts were failing. The murmurs floated from inside the hall to the building, gently spreading through the city until the internet's most searched topic became Suga. 

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"Are these fresh?"

The shopkeeper eyed the man before him, finding it funny how a grown man was drooling over some tangerines. 

"Yes. Just brought them in. How many?"

"Four."

The shopkeeper nodded, packing it in a polythene and tying a neat knot before handing it over. The crisp notes he received felt unreal, almost like they were just printed. 

"Are you coming from the bank-"

The man was gone by then. Elated, skipping steps with his dear tangerines swinging in the polythene in sync with his unruly hair. 

"What a weirdo!"

LB-Z: Busan which has become the hub of the drug trafficking business has been segregated into categorical regions by the police.

The Upper Blocks and the Lower Blocks comprise Busan. The Upper Blocks are further classified into smaller blocks named, UB-A, UB-B. These blocks are further subdivided into UB-A1 and so on till UB-B1. The basis of the categorization is not disclosed to the public.

The Lower Blocks are divided the same way with LB-A, subdivided into LB-A1 and so on till LB-B1.

LB-Z is a whole block; the very last block at the very edge of the city. It is particularly known to have the worst crimes and cheapest real estate.

Complete Narcotics Seize: Launched in May of 2025 as a 'cleansing operation' by the Korean National Police. The operation focuses on the thorough investigation of all cases related to narcotics. It began with the reopening of closed cases and proceeded to take the entirety of the Republic of Korea by storm. While not officially disclosed, it is rumoured that the operation was launched right before the raid of the offices of Eco-blue, an eco friendly clothing chain, owned by the son of a Presidential Candidate.

Busan LBs: Busan Lower Blocks

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CAPTIVATING | JJK

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⇢ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gbsf!jk x fem!reader

⇢ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: best friends to lovers, love triangle, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst.

⇢ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In the midst of a seemingly perfect existence, life spiraled downward. Your heart is entwined with someone who fails to grasp your true worth, and whose embrace do you seek to mend the scars left by that someone?

𝐖𝐂: 703

Release date: ?

A/N— A sneak peek at my upcoming ff! I'm not sure when the first chapter will be done, but let's just say it's in progress now. I’ll do my best to finish it asap♥︎ love you all

You could envision your Friday evening with a different hue. Anticipated it to be rather ordinary, at the very least. This night was certainly not what you had braced yourself for.

Your second anniversary with your boyfriend—or maybe your ex boyfriend—veered off course. It went awry, actually. Ended up with you walking barefoot with your heels cradled in your palms, on the way to Jeongguk’s dwelling.

If you were completely sober at this moment, you would probably have ordered a cab and headed home. Strolling alone in a dimly lit street clad in this scanty attire isn't the most prudent choice—but whose fault is it?

Your mind echoes the same disarray as you knock on Jeongguk’s door, a whirlwind of emotions within. You didn't say a word to Jeongguk before your sudden arrival—he simply emerged as the initial thought the moment you left the club and sought refuge from the distressing scene you stumbled upon.

You're not sure why him, though. Your best friend out of all people. Maybe because he brings you comfort, maybe because he cares about you. And that's precisely what his eyes convey the moment he opens the door and meets your gaze.

The way those glistening doe eyes widen upon seeing you is comprehensible. You're a mess. The black mascara streaked all over your cheeks, mingled with trails of hot tears, heels grasped in your hands, bloodshot red eyes.. It's an unusual sight, particularly when it pertains to you.

The intense gaze you fix upon him with those glossy red eyes nearly overwhelms him. He has so many questions, yet he struggles to find a starting point. His mouth falls agape, his eyes tracing every inch of your figure from head to toe as you remain motionless, appearing more vulnerable than ever.

"What," He finally speaks, his voice offering a familiar sense of solace. Something that assures you everything will be alright, despite your awareness that it won't. "The hell happened?"

You're burdened with words unspoken, the pain too intense to articulate. The anguish of betrayal, the sting of being deceived by the one you loved.

Jeongguk doesn't need to grasp more. His eyes soften, though a piece of his heart breaks witnessing you in such state. He extends his arms, presenting you with the exact solace you yearned for at this precise moment.

"Come here."

Without any hesitation, you do. You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the gentle warmth of his chest as you dissolve into tears in his comforting embrace.

But that's not enough. Nothing will be enough to mend all of this.

"He- he cheated," You cry, your breaths coming out in agonizing gasps. Jeongguk’s eyes widen as he processes your words, momentarily questioning if he heard you correctly. "He cheated on me."

And that is sufficient for him to affirm that yes, he comprehended your words accurately. Numerous inquiries flood his mind—what, how, why... Yet he opts to reserve them for another time, not at this moment. Not when you're like this.

You sob uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face. Jeongguk nestles his chin into your dark hair, encircling you in such a tight embrace that you almost feel engulfed in his arms.

This whole situation feels incredibly surreal. The scene from that club earlier felt like a twisted nightmare playing out before your eyes. To witness your boyfriend, the person you envisioned a future with, cheating on you with your very own sister right in front of you during what was supposed to be your two-year anniversary celebration. To witness him turning into everything he said he’d never be.

Things will never return to the way they were.

[nucleo-bang-tan]

The Uisa's Daughter | Prologue

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers To Lovers, Angst, Smut

Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes

Warning/s: None for the Prologue except extreme confusion

Word Count: 450

A/n: Hanseong: Modern day Seoul; Uisa: A doctor, Please leave comments, I love to hear from you guys...

Teaser Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV

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In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula.  Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong* were known to none except a few.

None pretty, all better when hidden from the kingdom.

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What does freedom mean? The question has been haunting her for twenty years. What she got for an answer was a good thrashing, more oppression, and no escape from the life she lived. Her only connection to reality was her addiction to him. Being with him was the only thing that kept her alive.

He was the only one who made her feel free. Oh, how couldn't he? The love was utterly pure, the lust was never-ending, may it be physical or emotional, and he couldn't help but ask for more. They were each other's restraint from going insane.

All she wanted was to run away with him and be addicted to him for the rest of her life. He was the cure.

All he wanted was for her to be with him. He wasn't the one to hesitate even a bit to kill for her. She was the cure.

Only there was another. Whose eyes were reserved only for her, many years past and many to come. Oh, but she was forbidden.

But only when Eve ate the forbidden fruit did humanity come into existence. How was he supposed to keep himself from her then?

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"Who are you?" She looked at his drenched form, mirroring hers. The only thing that differed was his bare torso. A sudden realization made fear shoot through every nerve of her body. He seemed to be a commander of higher rank and she just made him save her clumsy self from the rain. What if he tells the emperor? She could be put to death for just being here.

He was scared too, but for a different reason. Being with her scared him. His love and obsession for her scared him. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. That is why he kept his distance all these years, but guess what? Even fate wants them to meet eventually.

"I am sorry but you need to be more aware of your surroundings." He said trying to sound nonchalant. He could see the fear in her eyes but chose to ignore it. Did he scare her?

"I-I'll keep that in mind." She bowed fervently.

"Jungkook..."

"What?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"I am Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." Prince Jungkook?

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To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ---Federico García Lorca

[shyminmin]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ᯽𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Urban Fantasy AU | ᯽𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k + ᯽𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor Angst

Many say that life is nothing but a cruel game.

That in all her beauty and grace, life is unfair to those who try to live morally within her bounds, only to wind up being the ones to be pushed over the edge in the end. To cop the blow while injustice reigns in the hands of the perpetrator. That once you’ve met your undesirable demise, it’s over.

Second chances are unheard of, don’t get given away freely like menial handouts. The cat never saw past its ninth life to finally pounce on that golden bird it’s been eyeing off for eternity, so why would anyone else be viable? No once you’re gone, you stay gone.

Reality is one big slap in the face in that respect.

Funny then..

Funny then how life, as straightforward as she is questionable, has a way of catching her players off guard..

It’s almost laughable really at how such a cataclysm of events, of petty discrepancies seasoned by a good dose of cowardly violence, could lead to such an ever changing outcome. Never in their small, miserable lives would they have fathomed that such a thing was possible.

That against all odds, they indeed somehow earned that invaluable second breath when they were almost certain that their time on this worldly plane was up…

And little did they know that along with that exemption from death, also came the birth of something more profound in nature within each of them..

Something that – dare I say – went as far as breaching the very confines of mortality as we know it.

Three figures emerged from a dense sea of bark and foliage, the accumulations of an endless woodland.

Its trees, which mainly consisted of various species of maple and oak, eventually cut away to form the natural circumference of a wide spanning clearing, carpeted by lush green grasses. With the daytime waning on them, the small entourage swiftly ventured towards the very center of it, determined and alert.

The wind, which had been steadily picking up at the time of their arrival, brushed over them, almost like an inaudible welcome as it ruffled bits of their clothing. The seemingly kind gesture though failed to deter the ever present caution that clung to them like an itchy second skin.

Besides the whispers of the breeze and the faint rustling of branches in the far off perimeter, nothing dared to breathe a sound. The only female of the trio surveyed their vacant surroundings as she clutched a thick woolen blanket within her arms, long dark hair tumbling down her back like a midnight stream. Her two brothers loosely flanked her on either side, counting down the steps to their desired destination all while remaining on constant guard.

This would be the fifth and hopefully final time of stepping foot into such a place. As beautiful as this emerald patch in the middle of nowhere was, with nothing but nature greeting its visitors from all sides and isolated from the rest of civilization, it still held a level of eeriness that irked them to their very cores.

For it was the unsettling event that would eventually take place, and that they were in turn forced to witness each time, that never ceased to strike that chord of unease within them.

Regardless, they had little choice in the matter. Failing to turn up here at the calculated timing would mean they'd risk missing out on reaping their rewards; the chance of reuniting with what they had lost.

That of their remaining kin.

A few crunching steps later, their trek finally halted at the terse raise of a hand. It belonged to the eldest, one of the men whose face was fixed into a permanent stony resolve. By default he was elected to be the group’s leader, not just because of his superior years to their own but due to the amount of experience he held regarding the circumstance they found themselves in currently. Unlike the others who had only made the journey here once or twice, he had been present for all of them.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”

The question came from the other male within their group, the words tumbling out of his mouth anxiously, uncertainty all but plaguing him as he shuffled in his place. Ever the compassionate person, their younger brother often wore his heart on his sleeve. When it came to the wellbeing of his loved ones, he was always the one who dwelled on it the most, broadcasting his emotions and showing those around him just how affected he really was. He gulped, tanned skin gradually heating up as he thought of the worst, clenching his fists tightly as faint sizzling erupted from them.

Slightly alarmed, the woman turned and placed a steady hand on his arm trying to ease some of his tension, sighing when she felt his temperature return to normal after a few moments, the abnormal sounds he was emitting soon subsiding. He looked down to her once he was settled enough, giving her a sheepish look, “Sorry…Thanks Noona.” She only gave him a grim smile in return.

“Give her time,” the oldest responded calmly off to the side. He viewed the dwindling light shining above them where a warm mixture of yellows and oranges were painted seamlessly across the sky. The golden disk of the sun ever so slowly sank below the tree line, bidding them a solemn farewell.

And perhaps relaying an ode of what was to come.

Anytime now, he muttered in his head, refocusing his gaze back down to the ground before them.

Just a little longer..

She’ll come. The rest of us had, so she shall as well. It was the equinox after all, if anything that should mark her arrival.

His mental consolation kept repeating like an unrelenting prayer in time to his wavering heart.

She’ll be with us soon.. She has to..

Nervous anticipation filled the atmosphere at this point as they remained in their place, biding their time.

However, the discomfort only grew when in the next moment everything decided to turn on its head.

The previous gentleness of the wind abruptly sped up, transforming into something that was far more perilous and dangerous; the now influx of raging gusts seeking out nothing short of discord. Their sudden strength unapologetically ripping out blades of grass in their wake and pushing and pulling the siblings from all angles, an almost sick game to get them off balance.

Such a competition proved successful as a yelp sounded out, the woman of the group none too kindly getting knocked off her feet. With both her hands occupied on keeping hold of the blanket, she was in danger of taking flight. Fortunately, before that could happen, she was quickly grabbed and righted by her brothers as they now all huddled together, slightly crouched to gain some sort of traction as they braced against the howling winds.

“Look!” The youngest suddenly yelled over the noise, pointing off to the distance from where they had first arrived. They all gaped in both shock and awe as the once vibrant shades of green that the trees had so proudly adorned faded into various fiery hues. Some of their leaves outright flying off the branches only to get swept up into the ever growing whirlwind, looking practically like shooting flecks of flame.

“It’s begun,” the eldest gritted, grasping the other two tighter. “We just need to wait it out! Keep calm and neither of you let go!”

“No shit!” His sister thundered back, earning a scolding curse from the man. This was hardly the time to argue as voiced by their youngest when their banter didn’t seem to let up. Survival was of their utmost priority and he would be damned if they failed to do that because of some petty arguing.

With the amount of reddened leaves continuing to break away from their origin trees, getting grouped together from the unrelenting winds, one could almost mistake this phenomenon for a growing tornado of fire, the trio unfortunately being at the very center of it, completely at its mercy.

All they could do was hope for the best.

A dozen or so said leaves collided with their skin in the mix, the rate of their speed causing their paper-thin edges to become that much more sharper and in turn drawing lines of blood.

Regardless, the siblings kept up their strong front, brushing off the attacks. The younger two were more emotive, their expressions filled with bewilderment while their oldest brother continued to remain impassive, eyes never losing their sharpness behind his dark locks.

Was this her doing? He resounded once more as he took in the situation. Such power…

Long minutes that seemed more like painstaking hours passed as they braved it through this strange turbulence, determination and longing keeping them rooted to the ground. The sky by now had lost its warmth, washed away by an indigo sea dotted with pearls.

Darkness crept over the clearing.

And as if this natural dissipation of light marked the end of wakefulness that the daytime ensued, so seemed to have in turn caused the winds to lose their erraticness. The harsh streams of air gradually lost their vigor and once more faded into gentle caresses that glided smoothly across their forms. The airborne foliage as a result rained down upon them, now a shower of leafy embers.

The three, seeing this change, gradually loosened their hold on one another but still remained close. They knew better than to let down their guard in a moment of reprieve.

Out of their peripheral, a dash of maroon shot past.

They watched breathlessly as a single maple leaf broke away from the amassment of falling red. It twisted and tumbled downwards in an almost elegant dance, its spiraling descent soon ended though as it softly perched on a pale mound of smooth skin; a shoulder.

Three pairs of eyes widened as recognition set in.

“Y/n!?” Gasping, the younger brother took a hesitant step forward but was almost instantly held back by his hyung, a warning shot his way. Worry had dominated the shout but deep down it served as the epitome of relief.

For there, taking up the once barren land before them, now housed the small form of a woman.

Y/n.

Their little sister.

Curled up on her side in a tight fetal position, her bare back faced them as they took in the faint rise and fall of her torso, goosebumps threatening to peek through as she shivered. Oh how she looked so fragile from where they stood, the world all but seeming to swallow the poor girl up while she was clearly in such a vulnerable state.

Weak, bare and alone.

At this, they were almost afraid to approach her, in fear that she could somehow shrivel away if they got close enough. She had always been sensitive in that respect. Too good, too pure for the world they were born into and the underserved hardship that was instantly thrust upon her amongst her first breath.

Hesitation was soon quelled though as long raven locks surged forward past the two men as their sister who had originally accompanied them crouched down before her curled up dongsaeng. Swiftly unwrapping the blanket she had brought, she draped it over the girl to protect her modesty, unclothed body now hidden from sight.

“Oh Y/n,” she softly spoke, delicately brushing some of the young woman’s hair behind her ear, revealing a face donned with sleep. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

That’s when she heard the meek, strained words.

“Jiwoo…unnie..?”

At the sound of her name, the raven haired woman’s eyes lit up, “Yes, that’s right. Your big sister’s here, dearest. We all are.”

“What happened?” Weak sobs made themselves known as Y/n stumbled over her words. “It was so cold… and dark… I-I was all alone..” Trembling, her eyes were yet to open as she remained to shake under the wool of the blanket. Jiwoo as a result looked her newfound sister over in dismay, not quite knowing how to handle the girl’s anguish.

Having been in the exact same position Y/n was in right now, not nearly six months prior, didn’t make dealing with this current predicament any easier. Honestly, how would one go about waking up in the middle of nowhere with no clothes on their back and expect to simply shrug it off like it was nothing?

No, if anything her demeanor was more than justified.

Swift footfalls resounded behind them as their two brothers silently joined them on the ground, their focus trained solely on the clear distress that their youngest displayed.

The eldest, with the same care and gentleness that his sister Jiwoo had taken, cupped the sides of Y/n’s head and softly turned it so that her face was in full view. Her lashes kissed her cheeks as trails of tears streaked down them like branching rivers, her lips wobbling. “Y/n..” his voice deep and calm to their ears. “Can you open your eyes for us?”

“Oppa..?”

“Yes love,” he rasped as his eyes lost some of their edge. “We’re right here, everything is going to be alright.”

Ever so slowly her lids pulled upwards. Glossy orbs appeared behind them, blinking a couple of times before focusing where they then locked onto his own. The otherworldly glow that radiated off her irises made him still for a moment.

The bright russet of her eyes reflected off of their own, like two alluring lanterns guiding one through a darkened landscape; bewitching beauty and warmth while they were the moths being drawn mindlessly to them. However, if one were to look just that little bit closer, just that one measly second longer, then they would notice that the soft radiance that they initially bestowed didn’t completely hide the presence of something else in intensity.

Something slightly foreboding in nature…

But before they could probe deeper on that fact, those lanterns of her’s dimmed, fizzling out to revert back to a more ‘human’ luminosity. Deep brown now stared up at them, unaware of the spell they had just cast.

“How do you feel?” The oldest asked after a few long moments.

Scrunching her eyes pondering, she settled on one word she deemed the most feasible, “Weird..”

All of them smiled down at her at that, liking her curt but somehow thorough explanation. They knew exactly what she meant.

“Weird but…strangely alive..?”

The youngest brother let out a small chuckle as he patted her head comfortingly, tears threatening to break free from his eyes. He silently thanked whatever force was out there that had brought his little sister back to them in one piece.

“Hobi,” Y/n gasped, mistaking her brother’s happiness for the opposite, “Oppa, don’t cry”. That only incited another laugh from him, a droplet finally escaping from his orbs. “I should be saying the same to you,” he wiped the sides of her cheeks where they were still damp from the result of her own crying. “No more tears, you’re back with us now.”

“Oh you two,” Jiwoo cooed, at risk of following in their suit with watery eyes of her own. She was quick to help with wrapping the blanket further around her sister when it started falling off as Y/n, with some effort, managed to push herself up into a seated position. Her body swayed a bit in the process, still in a fairly weakened and sleepy state. Concerned, she was assisted by the quiet older brother, his large hands holding her by her shoulders, coaxing her to lean back against him which she was more than grateful for.

“I…how…? She began again, looking between the three of them in disbelief. “It’s been years. How are you all here?” I… I thought I would never see any of you again…”

“I–”

“The feeling’s mutual dear.” Her sister crooned while Hobi nodded to the sentiment, patting her cheek. A faint squeeze of her shoulders chimed in from the oldest as he looked her over in a rare display of intrigue. “You’ve grown…” He muttered, taking in the lack of baby fat that had always clung to her face. “I was sure you’d stay little forever; how the time has passed,” he mused.

As a result, Y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but take on a tinge of pink as she looked down bashfully.

A shout of contradiction rang out.

“What are you talking about? She still is! She’ll always be our baby and nothing will change that!” Jiwoo butted in matter of factly, flicking the older’s forehead much to his annoyance. “Tch really?.. You’re more of a child than she is.” He grumbled at her actions. “Can you at least act your age?”

Ignoring his complaining, she went in to hug Y/n and in turn ended up embracing the exasperated man as well since he was practically stuck to her back as her support. The brother nicknamed Hobi, with shining eyes smiling at the display, soon joined the family group hug as they all basked in each other’s warmth and comfort. More tears were spilled but they were drowned out by joyous laughter and cries.

What once was three now became four; the quartet of siblings was finally reunited and complete. Nothing would tear them away from each other again. They were in this together. This second chance at a new life and beginning which they would live out as one unified front.

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 |

[ayilings]

it feels like you’re getting farther, like you’re flying away 🦋

[lauraperfectinsanity]

BTS members in every MV

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[park-jimin-isnt-real]

dusk ~ prologue: when dusk falls

pairings: yoongi x reader (endgame); kai (exo) x reader; kai x oc (endgame); namhope, jinkook, vmin rating: PG-16 genre: twilight au, urban fantasy(ish) romance this part: A phone call. tw: none for this part :) word count: ~0.4k track #1: "Flight Risk" ~ Tommy Lefroy: "How could I do this right if I'm such a flight risk?" title came from: me. pretty sure i came up with this one dusk masterlist ~ main masterlist an: oh boy, hope you guys are ready for this! thank you so much to @cui-nisi for being my beta again. here we go!

The rain beat down against his office window. The room was dark, only illuminated by a soft glow from the desk lamp. It was his turn to work the night shift, but he expected things to go rather smoothly.

A soft vibration from his pocket caught his attention. Had something happened at home? Pulling it out, he glanced at the number but didn't recognize it. He quickly swiped up to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," a soft voice he did recognize came through on the other line. His brows raised in shock, he hadn't heard from her in a while. Before he could ask, she continued, "I just wanted to let you know, as per our deal, that I'm moving again."

Ah. That explained the late-night call. "Really? Where to this time?"

"Some tiny town in the pacific northwest." He could feel her tension over the call, how hesitant she was to say anything to him even though she was required to. "I'm also going back to my actual name. I think it's been long enough."

"You could always go back to the name you had when you lived with me?" he suggested, knowing it would help her relax some if she could snap at him and let some of that tension out.

"Not a chance."

He understood why she was upset, he did, but it was nearly a century ago. "How long are you going to be angry with me?"

"Forever," she snapped again, then let a breath out. At least he was right, she sounded a bit more natural now. "Anyways, that's all I needed to tell you, so—"

"Wait a second," he cut her off before she could hang up on him.

"What?"

"What's the name of the town you're moving to?"

"Forks," she answered curtly. "It's in Washington state, in the United States." He already knew that, there was only one place in the world that could be described as pacific northwest, and he figured she knew that he knew. It was just how she talked with him, ever since that day so long ago.

"Okay," he said, gentle with her as ever, "thank you for telling me." The line went dead after that.

He didn't bother saving the number; he had kept his the same for decades now, so she could get ahold of him when she needed to. He placed his phone down on his desk and looked out the hospital window at the pine trees and parked cars down below.

Despite himself, Namjoon caught himself smiling in his reflection. "Things are about to get a lot more interesting around here."

Thank you so much for starting out this journey with me! Let me know what you think, and if you'd like to be a Cool Kid™️ and get added to the taglist! tagging: @still-with-koo

[silverozy]

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - prologue

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wc: 1.57k

date: 30/03/2024

mdi // masterlist // playlist

A dark base colour. Very dark. Black, I dare to say, but it presents shades of dark blue here and there. Scattered in a natural even manner were a few clouds and, at last, sitting in the centre, amidst a bed of shimmering white dots, was the moon, shining in all its might.

It was a fresh spring day night. The atmosphere was changing. The environment welcomed a highly awaited scent of blooming flowers from the gardens, the vases on the balconies and the trees outlining the streets. As the fresh breeze blew, it took away all the residues of the winter season: the cold, the dead leaves on the side of the road, all the ashes of the wood that had been burnt for the heating up and all the smoke it'd produced.

The night was very bright. The moonlight put to shame the few lampposts along the road. The rays were so strong they worked as a perfect night light for the townspeople. As the breeze blew, wind chimes rang throughout and their sound vibration penetrated the ears in the most pleasing of ways.

Just like in movies, this was background decoration, the setting in which the story starts from a wider point of view only to shrink and focus closer, on a tinier scale. Uninteresting background details that had little meaning to the lead characters―something to just occasionally comment on.

They had each other, confined in a cosy bedroom, in a comfortable environment. The bright moon and the stars went unnoticed as Daphne took an old book from her little personalized bookshelf.

The room was dim because she hated turning on the major light when she could see perfectly with her lamp. She had one on her desk and one on her nightstand. The lighting was golden, the room was warm and he was there, shirtless, with ruffled hair and just the trousers of his pyjamas but he was there and that was all that mattered to her.

She wore a matching sleep outfit, shorts and a tank top. Hurriedly walking back onto the carpet and off the freezing tiles of her room, she joined him. He was sitting at the end of her bed. Body leaning backwards on his arms with legs that only spread more to welcome her to sit which she did.

"You see this here?" she began losing the leather rope tied around the book, "It belonged to my granny but she gifted it to me last year as a Christmas present". He didn't immediately respond, at least not verbally. He wrapped his arms around her with ease and perked his chin on her shoulders welcoming her in a warm embrace. "It's a flowers book, she called it. It has pretty much every flower she has ever grown or collected in her life".

"I thought your grandma sells greens at the town square," his velvet voice came through from right next to her ear causing a wave of chills to run from head to toe. "Yes, she does but she also used to collect a lot of flowers. In fact, she loved them, loves them still, and she has them all around her place," his only reply was tightening the hug because no matter how close he could be to her, it was never close enough. "And guess what I found here?"

"What?"

"I'd insist you guessed but you wouldn't so..." she quickly muttered but he heard her and simply replied by tickling her. "So, I found... me,"

"You!"

"Yeah, me! The flower Daphne" from his point of view, he could see her cheek swell as she smiled causing him to smile right after, unconsciously. "You didn't know you bore the same name as a flower?"

"No, I mean yes but not this flower. I know that my name in Greek means 'Laurel', a plant from the mythological story of Daphne and Apollo. It's the sole reason you call me Lauri," she turned to face him. The distance is almost nonexistent. He went in first and left a peck on her lips that proceeded into multiple ones. Lips. Cheek. Neck. Shoulder blade.

"Do you like your namesake flower?"

"I've got to be honest with you and disagree. I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lori does though," now it was his turn to smile. From the exterior, it looked subtle but his insides were jumping and somersaulting. She probably could hear his heart thumping against her back for how much it was pressed against his chest. "But Daphne is just as beautiful".

She shrugged and denied that. "And, besides, it just reminds me of the sad fate of the nymph, you know. I completely get that Apollo wasn't in his right state of mind because of Cupid but it's still sad," he totally could agree with her, not the sad part but surely the mental part, yeah. That's how he felt whenever she was close. Whether she was right next to him, farther away in the same room or building, sharing the same air with him whenever they kissed, in his thoughts all the time or when he was inside of her, the only thing he could think about was how close he was to losing his mind for good. So good. Heavenly good. Marvellous. Perfect. That is what she is anyway.

"You know... Daphne was a beautiful nymph and the personification of the laurel which is, as you know, an evergreen plant. I don't think of her fate as sad. First, she wished it to herself," The look she gave him had him chuckling, "Second, an evergreen plant never dies. It lives in the foreverness of its beauty," just like you, he wanted to add but surely she could read that from his eyes.

His eyes glowed when they were on her. Stars start shimmering in the chocolate brown colour of his iris. It was hard to break eye contact because the view was breathtaking like fireworks on New Year's night. She couldn't help herself from catching red shades on her cheeks. She didn't mind it anymore. She'd just smile through it. He wasn't shy about his feelings so she wasn't going to be any different.

A little giggle came out of her as she broke eye contact and started fiddling with the corner of the book. He smiled, reading through her body language like it was his favourite novel.

Never could he have thought of reaching this point where he'd have her in his arms like this, in a moment like this, doing things like this. Back then, the only assurance he had was that she could make his heart flutter in ways itself didn't know about: her smile, her face whenever she was focused on reading or just her simple presence.

Oh, God. No way she's real.

Before they could get here, it seemed she didn't know of his existence and yet he felt like she was watching every one of his moves and he had to be perfect, absolutely perfect for her, just her. That's the only thing she deserved for being perfection incarnate.

From the day he set eyes on her, he'd decided that everything he'd do was going to be just for her. The efforts paid off anyway.

There's nothing more beautiful than knowing that the person you love, loves you just as much-he'd say even more but he doubts she could ever love him more than he loves her because he loved her so much, maybe too much, but it's all for a good cause.

Her smile whenever she came out to go to school or went back in from school. Perfect. The sound of her voice whenever she came up to him during lunch break―oh, and let's not talk about how adorable she was whenever she happily hopped up to him while at it. Perfect. Her face. Oh so perfect. He could stare at her face all day and never get tired, never get uninterested. It was like a TV series with an infinite amount of seasons that got better as they went on. A perfect TV series. He could fully focus with her around and certainly just on her and nothing else―he could barely hear what she'd be talking about because he'd be busy watching every single change in her facial expression and never get bored. Boredom went out of his life the day she came in.

If he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

The silence that sat with them was comfortable, to say the least. It felt like a bigger and warmer hug embracing them and encapsulating them in their world.

"Talking about evergreens, my faves are these," she turned the pages while maintaining the same height as his face so that when she looked back up, the eye contact was restored, "Gardenias,"

"Oh. So pretty. Beautiful".

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[btsx50states]

Hello hello!

So, I love doing BTS related songs for holidays. Well, it's my birthday! I really can't limit my favorite BTS songs to JUST 10, but I thought I'd provide a lost of BTS songs I think newer fans might not know about plus a couple with fun memories for me!

Have to put "Boy With Luv" since it's the song that got me into BTS!💕

"Dynamite" being released exactly when my birthday started in 2020 >>>>

The full length version of "Love Is Not Over" is INSANE and I will not shut up about it!!!

"Line!Pt.2 - Ano Bashode" is SUCH a classic!!

I adore listening to this on Sundays :)

Took my breath away when they performed this at Yet to Come in Busan.

SUCH a gem of an outro!

On the opposite side, an EXCELLENT intro!

Recently hit a 100 million streams, and I think a lot of those were me listening to this when it snows!

A truly spectacular cover by the boys!

Well, that's all I have for now. If you're discovering any of these for the first time, I hope you enjoy them! Have a wonderful day, everyone!

[artmadebysana]

Bone Voyage: Prologue

★ Pairing: Namjoon x Original Character

★ Genres: fluff, crack, slight angst (with happy end), supernatural!au, hybrid!au

★ Summary: In a dark forest in the dead of the night a young girl is trying to prove if ghosts and/or demons exist once and for all

or  

Playing with an Ouija board at an abandoned graveyard may not have been the best idea..

➤  Story by @epipsychidesis: PART 1

➤  Moodboard

➤  Character 

➤ Old Prologue

[pakimakas]

author of liars love PLEASE unblock me i want to read the series so so so bad i will never follow u again i wont interact in any way shape or form i didnt see any mdni tags on your profile before im sorry i JUST want to read liars love 💔

[beachboysnatural]

The thing is that I am positive you could listen to Wings (2016) and read the lyrics and truly enjoy the album and love it. However IF you watch multiple music videos that came out over a 1.5 year long period as well as a ten minute prologue, read a 1919 German bildungsroman, and watch the behind the scenes and reactions of said music videos + the album's jacket shooting...you will Get It

[shyminmin]

༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 873 ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor gore

Nothing mattered more than ensuring the safety and survival of the little bundle of life cradled in his arms.

Tucked safe and secure in a last minute makeshift sling, the newborn slept soundly unbeknownst to the imminent danger that was steadily pursuing them.

The salty water rippled around them as his powerful tail clad in scales snapped through it at a frantic pace. Humans would equate him to an underwater missile as he was moving at such a speed making any onlooker view him as nothing more than a watery blur.

Two more such blurs a few meters behind had their sight set on the pair. Their goal, capture and kill.

The constant reminder of their ill intentions spurred him on even more. If he could just get her to the surface, preferably near one of those angular, boxy dwellings that he knew humans resided in then she would have a chance at being taken care of and not be left to succumb to the elements.

His sudden shift in speed jostled the sling making the infant startle awake and begin to whimper. Caressing her head the merman tried to soothe her as best he could under the current circumstances.

"Shhh-shh, you're ok, you're ok"

He really wished he could've watched her grow up, surrounded by her parents and loved ones, embrace the life that she was born into that was of the sea. However that wasn't an option anymore, not when said parents were brutally slaughtered when their tribe was suddenly invaded.

Sensing the two mer gaining on him he kicked his fin faster, if that was even possible. The sandy floor was slowly rising up indicating that he was approaching shallow waters and potentially land. Hope rises in his chest.

I don't care if I die, as long as my efforts ensure that you live.

His body now scraping the ocean floor, ensuring though that his upper torso doesn't touch and risk injuring the baby, he breaks the water's surface breathing in a lungful of air, gills on his neck now redundant.

He wastes no time in surveying the area, where he thankfully spots one of the human structures he's seen from time to time. It was the peak of night so any chance of being spotted by roaming humans was significantly reduced, however he still wanted them to be alerted of a vulnerable newborn spontaneously washed up ashore.

With little time to think and the nearby splashes of the pursuers resounding in his ears he used his strong arms to drag himself onto the shore. The structure wasn't too far away so he made his way towards it. Human silhouettes could be seen within, encouraging him on further. Two bodies breached the water behind and he panicked.

Merfolk like him couldn't undergo any form of metamorphosis and grow legs contrary to popular human belief. However the arrangements he made earlier ensured that once the newborn touched the dry sand then she would evidently become human.

His hands grazed over the first dry grains of powdery, white sand and he detached the sling. Delicately laying her down on the ground she stared up at him with wide rounded eyes. However, the baby mer began to scream out in pain as he witnessed her tiny scaled tail, which looked so much like his own, split in two.

He gasped and hovered his hands over her unsure on how to handle what's happening. Tears escaping his eyes at seeing her in pain. It really crushed his heart.

"It's alright, i-it'll be over soon" he let out in a shaky, trembling voice, trying to provide some words of comfort. "Y-your gonna be fine".

All of his attention was solely on her making sure she survived this transformation, that he momentarily forgot they were being hunted. A stabbing pain to his tail changed his focus as he looked back to see one of the mer had an ironclad grip on his fluke. Their sharp retractable nails embedded deep within, drawing out dark purple liquid. Blood of the merfolk.

"Escaping is futile" he smirked.

The second attacker chuckles gripping on as well. "However we do love a good chase".

With one harsh tug they propelled him backwards away from the newborn. This was it, he'd probably never see her again.

More pain radiated up his tail as they tore him further away, all while he struggled to fight back. They tackled him into the water, pushing him under and sinking into the ocean depths. Clawing at every inch of his body, ripping and biting off bits of skin and scales, streams of purple coloured the water around them. He got a few good hits in too however they always had the upper hand.

As more of his body got battered, his mind drifted to the last image he got before he was dragged under. Two figures had emerged from their home and were rushing down the beach towards their direction.

He smiled, his plan had worked. They would find her and she would be safe, away from all the conflict underneath these ominous waves. He grunted out a few pained words before he blacked out from the unbearable pain.

"Be safe."

"I-I love you."

"My sister."

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | ༄⋆

[voxyldy]

06.09.2024

[INFO]

BTS’ TaeHyung’s lyric from ‘Rainy Days’ featured as prologue in Spanish writer Mickey Fernàndez’s debut ‘Siempre nos novel quedarà Seúl’

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