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i’m honestly so proud of this bc it’s my first time writing a ending paragraph

mods if this isn’t okay i will remove it

that was all mingyu needed, the approval of his lover as he wasted no time in jabbing his teeth in miguel’s neck and transferring his blood into his boyfriend’s system. he stayed there for a few seconds to a minute before pulling away, feeling the coldness of miguel’s body. holy shit it worked- or at least he thought it did. “miguel?” he called out, lifting his now deceased lovers body up to his face. “miguel- please wake up..” he muttered out before his heart started beating fast and he lightly shook the limp and lifeless body of his lover. “no, no, no miguel wake the fuck up!” he shouted as he shook the cold body frantically before stopping.

he didn’t want to accept it, he refused to accept the fact that only person he truly loved in the world and made life worth living was dead, killed right in front of him. if only he could’ve been there sooner. if only he didn’t let miguel leave- drive him away. mingyu picked the lifeless body up bridal style, turning and walking to the woods that they first met. after a minute he buried miguel’s body. just staring, looking at the packed up dirt on the spot where his lover was 6 feet under as there was no emotion on his face. not a hint of guilt, remorse, regret, or anger, but just the tiniest bit of sadness.

along the way he had found the wooden stake he removed from the wound he had a couple of months prior. holding the deadly weapon to him in his hand. “there’s no way you’re leaving me here in this hell alone.” he said, lifting the wooden stake up and towards his heart. a gasp escaped mingyu’s mouth as the wood broke his skin and he plunged it as far into his heart as he could- the result being it running straight through his chest and out his back. a cough of blood ran through his lips as his hands dropped to his side and his body dropped to the ground. “i love you, mig..” were the last words that left his mouth as he took his last breath.

oh but there were going in separate directions, mingyu having done nothing but murder innocent people for his own benefit, he was going straight to the deep depths of hell. there was no way a angel like miguel would be going that way. they would never be reunited again.

・┆ ♡ྀི ʚ ♡ྀི ɞ ♡ྀི ┆・

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨

the words from ramiro made seojun’s heart flutter, a light blush forming on his cheeks after hearing what the male said. he didn’t know how long he would be able to manage being ‘just friends’ with the light brunette until he just breaks down and confesses.

seojun smiled, hitting the side of his cup lightly to the others. “toast to.. well me! for my birthday!” he said, smiling and not wasting a moment before putting the cup to his lips and drinking it. he took a few gulps- not sips, literal gulps of the heavily infused alcoholic drink before setting the cup down that only had a little bit of the liquid still in it, a little under halfway. the boy usually wasn’t a heavy drinker but tonight was a special occasion.

after silently gagging from the alcohol going down his throat, he finished the rest of the drink in the cup- leaving it empty to of course refill it. from the few drinks he had earlier, he was buzzed but not entirely gone as he watched the male in front of him with eyes filled with iration and.. love.

seojun had already refilled his cup while he was recovering from the amount he had taken a few seconds before. this time though he mixed various liquids- mostly alcohol of course but some juice too. “ramiro.. i’m actually so happy you’re here.” he spoke with a slight slur in his words, his fingers stroking the necklace that was given to him. although he said it before, he felt the need to say it again- endlessly until the night ends.

・┆ ♡ྀི ʚ ♡ྀི ɞ ♡ྀི ┆・

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

starter from a avatar the last airbender oc x oc roleplay!

as his day started, seojun wasn’t expected to do anything special or important. he slipped on his usual outfit, a navy blue turtleneck like shirt tucked into some grey pants and a belt to pull the fit together. he went out to run errands for his mother, gathering supplies for dinner and some mundane stuff and a new weapon- a dagger like thing that looks like a knife but bigger. him being from the water tribe means that he doesn’t have to really hide? something like that from others. he doesn’t have to wear any different colored clothes other than from his tribe. seojun was somewhat thankful for that, he didn’t want to spend his life hiding or acting like someone he wasn’t just because he was from the fire nation. when the male returned home, his mother cooked breakfast and tea for their morning meal before going out to open the shop.

their shop that resides in the middle district of Ba Sing Se. his parents moved while his mother was pregnant, the fire nation attacked their tribe and unfortunately left it unfixable as others from the tribe had to seek shelter and a new home by themselves. most traveled to Ba Sing Se like seojun’s parents did the other however went to get their “revenge” on the fire nation soldiers.. that didn’t turn out too well for them though. Ba Sing Se is what seojun had known his whole life, he’d never been outside the walls because his mother was too caring and didn’t want anything to happen to her sweet baby boy and only child.

while at the day seemed to have ed by pretty slow, the fruit shop that he ran with his parents were busy as it usually was. sometimes it went slow and sometimes they had a lot of customers. seojun didn’t really help out in the main area since he didn’t really love talking to strangers all that much, he only spoke when spoken to and to some of the regulars that just adored him. he was also there when unnecessary trouble started- with him being basically a pro at water bending, he learned to use it to protect his parents and the shop rather than for selfish reasons. but overall it was just another day in the shop. as the day came to an end, his mother and father went out somewhere, leaving the shop in seojun’s hands. the boy didn’t mind, there wasn’t a lot of customers at night.

so seojun finished up stocking some more fruit and veggies on the shelf’s before he took his place behind the counter to calculate their earnings today. it wasn’t much but it was enough to keep them in the nicer district of Ba Sing Se. they could afford their home and some living essentials. seojun took a seat on the old wooden chair, opening the small that they kept their earnings in as he counted them all up, not really expecting anyone else to stop by before they closed which was only an hour away.

・┆ ♡ྀི ʚ ♡ྀི ɞ ♡ྀི ┆・

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

starter from a fantasy bkdk roleplay

As long as Katsuki had been the next crowned king, he’d been trying to get out of being rhe next head royalty of the family. Too much of a hassle. Too many responsibilities. But unfortunately he had gotten stuck with the unavoidable fate of being king soon. With his father basically on his death bed, it was a matter of time before everything was ed down to him and nobody was wasting time in teaching him how to lead. The lessons were endless and exhausting, they had Katsuki ready to bail any moment he could.

The blonde had been planning this move for months now, studying the knights schedules and figuring what time of day would be best for him to leave at. Surprisingly no knights were stationed all around in the evening just a few hours before nighttime fell. So thats when he did it. Katsuki didn’t pack much of anything, dressed in light clothing - something that didn’t make him look like royalty and stuffed a dagger in his waistband for protection. After doing so he waited in his room, glancing out the window until he saw no guards in sight, that’s when he stealthily hopped out. Fortunately his room wasn’t too high off the ground but it was quite a fall.

Katsuki quietly but quickly made his way towards the forest. The runaway attempt was almost successful until a voice shouting from behind him made his whole body tense and freeze as he turned to see a couple of the guards running after him. He cursed to himself, turning on his heel and booking it in the opposite direction. He was panting heavily but never stopped running, he didn’t stop even after the sounds of footsteps faded away from him. Unfortunately he wasn’t looking where he was going and his foot got lodged between two small rocks, making him trip and topple over. He rolled a few inches down a small hill, cuts and bruises forming on his body and face as he came to a stop.

His body ached from the pain. But one side more than the rest, glancing down from the lying position on his back, he caught a glimpse of the dagger lodged in his side. The blonde winced slightly at the pain, using his hands to sit himself up against a tree that was nearby, he slightly pulled on the dagger to get it out but that idea was quickly shut down by how painful it was. He let his head fall back on the wood behind him, laughing to himself as he put one hand over his face, fingering running through his hair. “This is just fucking great..” He muttered out to himself.