#i cant go digging in the luistot fics for tubers because it is late enough i WILL cry about them

[bluntforcefem]

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favorite sweet quote from a published work

waffled for a while on whether this counts as "sweet" or "just bonkers" . final decision, spurred by im sleepy disease: both

from fine in fire and of frame, the luisjon, so it goes

“succinct as always, darling. as for me, well—” luis’ smile blooms into a facsimile of their usual grin, something strange and unreadable behind it. “i want you to be the one to kill me someday, is that so bad? seeing you improve is a delight, and you’re already getting the best of me on occasion! i don’t want to die, but i want to see you succeed.”

jon stares at them. the table sits in silence for long enough that she catches the rarity of embarrassment begin to seep into their expression before they knock their drink back.

“don’t look at me like that,” they mutter after they’re finished, “especially since you asked.”