A Fragile Swan

a fragile swan 🦢

he’s so breathtakingly pretty

parallels :: seokjin’s dove || jungkook :: ‘ON’

the sun, the moon and the stars | m.tl

pairing: moon taeil x reader (hanahaki!au)

genre: angst

warnings: major character death, mentions of blood, mentions of underage drinking

description: 

She was the sun and he was the moon, and you were the stars that burned with the desire of attaining something unattainable. 

words: ~6k

notes: hey guys! this fic has been a long time coming and im so happy to have finally finished it. this is also the first time im writing angst so bare with me if its not that good. hope you enjoy it nonetheless !!

- lilac

Moon Taeil. The name was fitting, really. Every time you thought of him, you thought of the moon. You thought of the nights all those years ago where Taeil drove the both of you to the hill outside the city in his hand-me-down car in the dead of the night because you just needed to get away. How the both of you sat on the grass looking up at the moon, his hand gently resting on yours and the soft night breeze drying your tear stained cheeks. he was your shoulder to cry on in those times. A comforting presence. Much like the moon in the night sky, Taeil had become a constant in your life from the very beginning.

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—a sweeter fantasy;

jaemin x reader | smut | 1.2k | part 1 (timestamp)

warnings; smut, explicit language, slight somnophilia, pet names, teasing, marking, voice recording

summary; jaemin has another wet dream about you while he sleeps over.

Jaemin’s grip on your thigh is what wakes you up.

You groan, eyes blinking away the sleep as his fingers clench tighter, hissing softly at the ache. “Jaem…” Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness, just enough for you to make out the clear distress on his face.

There’s something familiar about this scene and it doesn’t hit you until he groans softly, the sound more than welcomed than sleep. Biting your lip, you wait until he makes that sound again and he does, and it’s deeper and needy, body jolting towards you.

“Please…” He whimpers in his sleep and a breathless sigh leaves you, scooting closer to Jaemin on the bed. You reach for your phone just behind him on the bedside table, body pressing up against his. His arm slings around your waist, keeping you close, face pressed snugly against your chest.

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