#is such a beautifully bittersweet moment

[monabee-draws]

Dorian confessing his intention to return to Tevinter for good is so heartbreaking in the Tresspasser DLC. Because of course he does! It doesn't come out of nowhere, he tells the inquisitor as much before they even defeat Corypheus - he loves his home country and knows that he personally needs to be the one to fix it. Not any foreign power (including you and the Inquisition) but through internal change. And he's so blasé about it when he tells you, keeping his tone light, excited for his future work with Maevaris and the Lucerni! Of course, he didn't want you to find out like that but this is a good thing. He's happy! He's practically jovial!

And then you think about how familiar that tone of voice is. And remember his romance scene, and the nonchalant way he asks you if this whole relationship is just a one-time thing. And how he jokes and jibes with you in the bad-end future during In Hushed Whispers, to the point where Leliana calls him out on the obvious attempt at levity. Barring your brushes with his family, who elicit a kind of knee-jerk anger that cracks his usual mask, Dorian is very good at maintaining that emotional wall. So you listen as your heart breaks, as you consider how to respond to the lightness of him in this devastating moment, and you realise-

Dorian is terrified. The kind of scared where you can't really voice it, not in public, not even in private spaces when you aren't 100% in control. It's scary losing a parent, even one you're not quite reconciled with. To have to take his place and fill a role you've never fit, and somehow finally actually push forward with all the ideals you've been imagining to be so far away for many years. And to do all that on the opposite side of the world from the people who all made you finally believe it could be possible in the first place?

Dorian is so very used to being the brave one, the optimistically realistic one, that he can't possibly burden you - whose heart is breaking, whose Inquisition is failing, whose body is slowly killing them - with all of his own ugly fear. That wouldn't be very charming and dependable and Dorian of him, would it? More to the point, leaning on you would be both more burdensome to you and chafe against his own stubborn pride - not accepting favours is well-established during his romance-specific quest to retrieve his birthright. So instead of taking you aside somewhere quiet, consulting you about his final decision on the matter, and giving both of you the space to grieve, he...

Well he tells Varric. And Sera, and Bull, and Cole. Part of it is practice - how might they react? Part of it is in hope for advice on how to break the news. Varric and Bull are adept speakers. Cole's whole job is compassion. Even Sera's bluntness might help when you're chronically incapable of not sugarcoating things. But all it really does it make things worse, because its a distancing tactic. Nothing can truly prepare him for the crack in your voice, the sharp sting of your flinch and the perceived betrayal.

It's almost ironic, that his romantic lock-in asks you to decide if you're in for the long haul, when Dorian's entire arc is one that will inevitably draw him back to Tevinter. And specifically in such a way as to leave you. Because he does not want you tagging along (at least not now, not as the Inquisitor.) Dorian's fear in this moment is not fully centered on you, the man he loves, but there is certainly a part of him that is back in the Inquisitor's chambers on the opposite side of that question of 'do you want me to stay.'

Dorian Pavus' greatest fear is temptation, emblazoned on his tombstone in the Fade for all to see. And there you are, with your political power, ready to jump in and save the day once again on his behalf. And he's tempted. There you are with your familiarity and a space for him in the South that accepts him for who he is. And he's tempted.

There you are. Loving him. And well...

So he doesn't lower his voice to whisper to you, or hold you too close. He confesses in public where the crowds prohibit hysterics, he sips on precious wine, and he gifts you his sending stone. It is both distance and closeness all tied with a bow. A temptation that he can just about handle. Fear under wraps. Because if he lets you, you will - without even knowing - stop his entire life in its tracks. You represent everything he can never afford to lose to. And it is wretched how desperately he doesn't want to lose you.

[freak60000]

i CANT stop thinking about how heartbreaking simon and betty’s story really is like every time i think about it i’m so emotional because it’s so bittersweet and so beautiful and so tragic and such a perfect doomed lovers story i can’t take it i haaate them

[transbookoftheday]

Trans Horror Podcasts

My post about trans horror books last year was much more popular than I expected, and since I've recently fallen in love with fiction podcasts and audio dramas, I thought I'd make a post about trans horror podcasts as well.

If you like trans horror, please give these a try - especially if you enjoy listening to audiobooks!

Hello From The Hallowoods:

Come walk between the black pines! In this award-winning queer fiction podcast, an eldritch narrator follows the increasingly connected residents of the forest at the end of the world. It's a bittersweet story that explores queer identity, horror genre tropes, and finding hope in humanity's last moments.

Hello From The Hallowoods is my absolute favorite podcast! If you only listen to one podcast from this list, please make it this one - it's so beautifully written and super queer! Also: season 4 starts today!

Trans main characters include:

our nonbinary eye-affiliated podcast host

a nonbinary "Frankenstein's creature"

a transmasc ghost

a genderfluid storm witch

a trans woman who can visit other people's dreams

multiple characters using neopronouns

Camp Here & There:

Good morning, campers! Camp Here & There is a weekly horror comedy podcast tuned in to the loudspeakers of a small midwestern sleepaway camp plagued by supernatural terrors and natural disasters. Sydney Sargent, resident camp nurse, cheerfully reports on all the terror we must face with a big smile. Let’s hope there’s nothing weird about that!

Sydney is a trans man.

Dos: After You:

Things have changed. Deck has fallen in love with someone who isn't human, and leaves a hungry house behind to see him again. Will he be waiting for you? The world has changed… but what about him? Dos: After You is a queer urban fantasy/horror audiodrama available in both English & Spanish

Deck is a trans man.

Jar of Rebuke:

Follow Dr. Jared Hel's journey as he works to re-discover his forgotten past and finds his place within the small Indiana farm town of Wichton and the cryptozoological organization he works for called 'The Enclosure'. These audio journals, and other recordings, dive deep into Midwestern US cryptids and folklore while also telling a mystery about identity, queerness, neurodivergence, and community.

Jared is nonbinary.

Spirit Box Radio:

Spirit Box Radio is an award winning, horror audio drama podcast about a radio show for enthusiasts of all things arcane. Follow Sam Enfield a former postboy with no experience in the arcane arts, who finds themselves forced to take over running the show, following the disappearance of the previous host. Sam soon discovers there are more than ghosts haunting the show, and finds himself amidst a mystery which threatens everything he knows about the world beyond his tiny basement broadcast studio, and maybe even himself.

Sam is a trans man.

The Silt Verses:

Carpenter and Faulkner, two worshippers of an outlawed god, travel up the length of their deity’s great black river, searching for holy revelations amongst the reeds and the wetlands. As their pilgrimage lengthens and the river’s mysteries deepen, the two acolytes find themselves under threat from a police manhunt, but also come into conflict with the weirder gods that have flourished in these forgotten rural territories. This is a world where divine intervention takes place through prayer-markings scratched into stumping-posts, and offerings are left squirming to die in the flats of the delta. This is a world of ritual, and hidden language, and sacrifice. This is folk horror, and fantasy, and a dark road trip into the depths of unusual faith.

Faulkner is a trans man and Paige is a trans woman.

The Magnus Protocol:

The Magnus Archives 2: The Magnus Protocol is the prequel/sequel/”sidequel” to the internationally renowned Magnus Archives podcast. The Magnus Institute was an organisation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the paranormal, based out of Manchester, England. It burned to the ground in 1999. There were no survivors. Now, almost 25 years later, Alice and Sam, a pair of low-level civil service workers at the underfunded Office of Incident Assessment and Response, have stumbled across its legacy. A legacy that will put them in grave danger. If this intrigues you then it is our pleasure to welcome you to the Office of Incident, Assessment and Response. Make sure you pick up your badge at desk and report to your line manager before sitting down. Oh and stay away from I.T., seriously.

Alice is a trans woman.

[michaela-o]

Hey guys !! Here's a little writing post for tonight since i once again suffer from art block and i couldn't really get my thoughts on canvas so at least i'll write them down for you🥹🫶🏻

I had a little poetic moment about Cybertronians and how each bot from the Lost Light might view humans in their own way. Here’s how i think a few of them might feel, translated into their own brand of poetic musing:

Rodimus

"They’re like embers scattered on a night’s breeze. Small, insistent, daring to claim a spark of the vast unknown. Fragile? Yes, but isn’t fragility the very flame that burns the brightest in the dark?"

I think Rodimus sees in humans a little bit of reflection of himself—bold and driven, yet so often skimming along the edges of destruction. I think he would admire their recklessness despite their short lives and finds in them a kinship, like stars burning out as they fall.

Drift

"With hands of flesh, they reach for the stars, tiny pilgrims, undeterred by dark. They are warriors bound in tender shells, yet their spirits are sharper than any blade."

I think Drift sees humanity’s journey as sacred, an unlikely pilgrimage. Despite their fragility, they pursue wonders that many would fear, displaying a purity of heart that resonates with his own search for purpose and redemption.

Brainstorm

"They are puzzles, equations, broken in ways no theorem can solve. I could build them stronger, make them last longer, stretch their days to years—yet it’s the ticking clock that drives them which we cannot touch, the glitch of life within the code. They’re impossible, improbable—beautifully, infuriatingly unsolvable."

For Brainstorm, i think humans are the ultimate enigma. So imperfect, so baffling, so limited by their biology—and yet, somehow, they thrive. Their existence nags at him, like a problem he can’t quite crack, but one that has woven its way into his circuits.

Ultra Magnus

"They obey no Prime, no order, no code, yet they find honor in dust and devotion in ruin. There is chaos within them, yet in their eyes—clarity. For all their flaws, perhaps they see the law of the universe far better than we."

Ultra Magnus finds himself both exasperated and quietly moved by humans’ defiance of logic. I think he might struggle with their disorder but recognizes the strange beauty in their conviction. They possess a kind of honor that is beyond his ability to define—a law unto themselves.

Chromedome

"Stories woven in short threads of skin and sinew, their lives stitched in seconds, minutes, hours—a blink of a shutter. Yet they carry tales, so rich and raw, that I cannot forget. They are memory incarnate, fragile as newborn spark, but so full of color."

I think Chromedome would treasure humans for their stories, for the vibrant, bittersweet memories they create within the boundaries of their lives. Every moment for them is fleeting, and so they seem to capture life with a vibrancy he longs to archive.

Swerve

"They bumble and fumble, awkward yet bold, finding joy in the smallest things. They laugh in the face of a world so vast—their clumsy courage, a song I want to know by my spark."

We all know Swerve loves humans and human things. I think he sees humans as charmingly imperfect, stumbling yet fearless in a universe that dwarfs them. Their humor and resilience bring a joy that he can’t resist, as if they were a song that lingers in his circuits, warming him in ways he would never expected.

Megatron

"They are the dreamers, the fools, the ones who hope, rebels in skin who believe in the impossible. I have seen it. They build kingdoms on bones and dreams, believing they can change the world."

Megatron is an amazing character in my opinion in the Lost Light universe. I think he looks upon humanity with a blend of scorn and admiration. They are so weak, yet so defiant—champions of hope despite their powerlessness. Their resilience reminds him of what he once fought for, and though he might deny it, he can’t help but see in them a reflection of his own self.

Ratchet

"Flawed and failing, breaking with each breath, they stitch themselves back with their tender hands. They fall, they fail, yet rise again reminding me why I mend the wounded steel."

I really like Ratchet. I like to think he regards humans with a mix of exasperation and reluctant respect even when he wouldn't directly word it. He sees them as frail and imperfect, breaking down as quickly as they heal. Yet, their resilience, their refusal to give up despite everything, is what keeps him caring deep in his spark. In their struggles, he finds purpose, and in their imperfection, he rediscovers his own reason to heal.

I hope you liked this silly little post for tonight. I hope the art block goes away soon so i can draw more silly robots and their silly lil human friends together :3🧡🧡🧡

[valentinabalfeheughan]

My favorite tv show in the world just finished, and it’s a bittersweet moment, I already cried and laughed, thinking about the beautiful things that happened to me,while I am in this fandom, the friendships, the love and happiness. Outlander will always have my heart. Sam and Caitríona portrayed Jamie and Claire beautifully, and made us aspire for a love like that, and I’m not referring just about Jamie and Claire love story but also SamCait love story. May they be free to live their love. May the end be amazing. We just miss what was good,and Outlander is amazing. I love this show very much. That’s a wrap to old things and a beginning to new ones.💕✨❤️

[amyelevenn]

a moment of warm sun

PAIRING ; Charles Leclerc x reader

SUMMARY ; you and Charles connect for a brief summer fling, spent lazing in the Mediterranean sun before the season finishes.

WARNINGS ; none, fluffy fluff

A/N; just a little blurb inspired for my love for summer!! im soooo excited for it to be warm again where I am 😫 this may or may not be a re-upload...oops!

0.6k words masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

It was never your intention to spend the summer wrapped in the arms of a man you barely knew; yet here you were, blissfully lying under the Mediterranean sun, adrift the sparkling waters on his yacht.

Charles would always go out of his way to spoil you with lavish surprises; each one was always met with your playful protests, swearing you didn’t want to cause him bankruptcy. In return, he would always chuckle, eyes sparkling with mischief and insisting that that was an impossible feat, to which you’d only half-heartedly argue back.

But truth be told, you wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. New friends, luxurious locations – each moment spent in each other’s presence felt intoxicating, wrapping you tighter in the web of joy you had weaved between yourselves.

It was a fling like you had never experienced before.

You had hazy memories of how it all began—some random Monegasque night club, mutual friends, and a whole lot of alcohol—but the specifics faded under the weight of this summer’s bliss. Bathing in the warm sun, swimming in sapphire waters, you often marvelled at how quickly you found yourself lost in this idyllic escape.

It was a mutual, unspoken agreement between you and Charles that this was only a summer fling; nothing more, nothing less. Neither of you were looking for anything serious, so this outcome was the best possible conclusion for all parties.

Your time was spent with the scent of salt and sunscreen mingling in the air, whilst the soft lapping of waves against the yacht provided a gentle, rhythmic sound paired with your stolen moments. You revelled in the freedom of here and now.

“Bébé, what are you reading now, hmm?” His voice cut through your bubble, gentle fingers tucking a stray hair behind your ear. The sweet intimacy of the gesture made your heart flutter, a gentle blush paint your cheeks pink.

“It’s Cyrano de Bergerac, my love—he reminds me of you, a little bit,” you giggled, nudging closer to him.

“Should I be flattered or concerned?” he teases, tracing mindless patterns on your bare shoulder. “Is he at least insanely rich and handsome like me?”

It makes you laugh, the irony of his comment. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

The warm sun kissed your skin, while the laughter of Charles blended beautifully with the soft sounds of the waves.

You leaned in, your cheek resting on his chest, and for a moment, the world around you ceased to exist. The quiet lapping of waves against the hull created a pleasant melody, whilst the salty air filled your lungs with freedom.

The tranquillity of it all makes you sigh, taking in the vibrant blue sky that blends in seamlessly with the vast, everlasting beauty of the water. The gentle summer breeze provided some temporary relief from the heat of the sun beating down on your skin, cooling you down enough to remain in your spot.

“I could stay here forever, chérie,” you say, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

“Me too, amour, me too.”

And so, you do. You linger in the warmth of the golden sun, wrapped in the soft glow of each other’s laughter, as time seems to slow around you. The sky eventually transforms into a breathtaking canvas of purples and pinks, mirroring the warmth in your hearts.

Each stolen glance and shared smile deepen the bond between you, a silent promise to cherish this moment, even as the season edges toward its inevitable end. As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the waters in a shimmering farewell, you savour the bittersweet beauty of a summer that feels endless.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

as always, feedback is appreciated!

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - Lando/Oscar (Part 2)

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nsfw: fly the ocean (in a silver plane) by @settsplitt | E | 2.6k Lando and Oscar are fighter jet pilots who share a room on base. Oscar doesn’t seem to think much about the risk of what they do, but it consumes Lando. This is an excellent character study and builds such a big world out of very brief moments. “Hot” and “existential worry” hold hands in a circle around this fic.

He’s practically fucking useless in the briefs and debriefs. He just feels his brain slipping away, to the sky and the seas and angels 10. He knows other people are noticing, but honestly, if they want him to be normal they should fucking put him back with Oscar. None of it matters, anyway, because Lando never has any control.

nsfw: Keep Talking by @wanderingblindly | E | 2.7k This is such a beautifully written fic! The trust and comfort here is really moving - it's a soft, syrupy sort of story, that unfolds beautifully. Love it!

With practiced hands, he slides his fingers into Lando’s curls and scratches lightly at his scalp. It shoots like lightning down Lando’s neck, ringing in his ears. 

no proof, not much (but you saw enough) by @ipleadbritney | T | 3.5k Soulmates. Lando and Oscar are pulled aside by the FIA, suspected of an illegal soulbond. What I liked about it: The character voices in this story are absolutely spot on. It's Oscar's point of view and his anxiety about the situation underlying his calm demeanor is a delicate balance this author depicts beautifully.

“Yeah?” Oscar wonders which version of Lando he'll get. Will it be the one who's hyper focused on every tiny detail, including the curls of his hair? Will it be the one who's living proof why some kids deserve to be leashed? Or will it be the Lando who flirts as much as he breathes, one step away from launching his OnlyFans account?

nsfw: Reasons Why Lando Norris Might Be A Werewolf by @fenesacha | E | 3.9k Oscar, a werewolf, starts to notice small things about his teammate that may mean Lando is a werewolf too. (He's not.) What I like it: This fic is funny and breezy with great dialogue and an Oscar perfectly happy to shift gears and take it in stride when he realises Lando isn't a werewolf, but he is something else Oscar hadn't expected.

“Your dick comes off?” Oscar blurts out before he can stop himself. Lando stares at him like he’s stupid, which makes a change. “I don’t have a dick, Oscar. It’s a packer.” Right. Oscar’s not entirely sure what a packer is, but he’s got the gist of it all. “No dick. Okay. That’s cool.” “Is it?” “Yeah, mate.” Oscar’s not a bigot, he’s just having to mentally correct every fantasy he’s had for the past God-knows-how-many years. “You’re trans, then?” “Yeah, but it’s not common knowledge, so don’t go telling all your friends.” Lando turns his head so that he’s looking at Oscar, then frowns. “Wait, so you’re not trans?” “Uh, no?” “Huh, thought you were. You give off those vibes.”

worth the trouble (it was an honour) by @maaxverstappen | G | 4.6k Oscar and Lando started something, knowing it would end. It's all sweeter than it is bitter. I'm absolutely entranced by this fic. The emotion comes across so clearly, such a perfect, gentle bittersweet feeling. I don't re-read fics often, and this is one i've found myself returning to regularly.

They were always good at that, talking without words. Sometimes, and Oscar would never admit this, he would think cough twice if you hear this, being both surprised and relieved when Lando stayed quiet.

nsfw: you signed up for this by @strawberry-daiquiris | E | 6.9k This is a wonderful magical realism au where older!Oscar time travels back and teaches Oscar how to treat Lando properly. I think writing the same character twice and all that separates them is time gone by is so impressive. it really shows great writing skills and characterisation. The smut was obviously so well written but what I loved so dearly about this is how philosophical it was, so much growth for these characters within a single evening. A true must read for the landoscar community!!

He’s looking at himself, like some kind of fucked up mirror at a funfair. It’s him, but there are lines he doesn’t recognise, a heft to his upper body he can’t feel. His face looks older, and his teeth annoyingly, a little straighter. Oscar finds, to his horror, that this is him but hotter. Less hair though, at least there’s that. “Hello.” Not-him-but-him says, with a little wave and a sideways smile. Next to him, Lando giggles, and when Oscar turns to look at him he’s returning the wave, wiggling his fingers and letting the sheet he’d pulled up to his neck drop to right below his nipples. “Stop flirting with him!” Oscar exclaims, then reconsiders his point. “Or me. Or... alright, actually mate, who the fuck are you?”

force majeure by debrief | T | 7k Oscar and Lando get bodyswapped. The author absolutely nails the voices of both characters, Lando's chaotic way of speaking versus Oscar's more measured tone. Its largely constructed as a series of text messages until the last act, which is an inspired way of showing when a character is freaking out - Lando's messages in particular get more incoherent and full of typos when he's upset. The way they gradually draw toward one another as their situation isolates them (anyone else they confide in is erased from existence after), being one another's strength and comfort and support, is really beautiful to watch unfold.

craving for caprficns sn caprin sc capri sus suns capri suns and like so theyre usually on the lower shelf in ther corner i kown cause i alswasy get then here even tho theyre pricier priceri pricier and like they werent there and i double checked i asked the emploeye that was stocking the shelves in the next aisle and she sad said she dones t know what a capri usn is?? she even asked me if it was a zodiac sun zodiac sign shit i cant cry over caprin sun osc

nsfw: love along the way by @gaslybottoms | E | 10k AU, sex work/adult entertainment. Oscar is a videographer for an adult entertainment studio. Lando is one of the performers. Oscar sees Lando struggling emotionally after intense scenes and wants to help him. Lando, though, is very reluctant to accept it. This is a wonderful fic - Oscar is hurting so badly for Lando and is desperate to comfort him, but he can only be brushed off so many times before he gives up. He is so worried for Lando that he misses signs of distress in himself, which ends up bringing about a resolution to the situation in a way nobody (including me!) expected.

It’s cheesy. A line literally straight from a porno, and one Oscar has heard so many times over the last year or so. He shouldn’t find himself hating the way it sounds, curling around Jenson’s tongue as he chases his release. He’s not even a bad guy. Outside of filming, Oscar likes him. He’s always up for a laugh, and he makes an effort to get to know about all the people that work in the agency, not just the actors he’s supposed to do scenes with. He’s always supportive, offering advice from a mature point of view. And yet. Right now, Oscar can’t stand him. The way that he gets to take care of Lando in a way that Oscar can’t, because Lando doesn’t open up to him the same way. The way of telling Oscar how he feels, not how he might open up around Oscar’s -

the sun (in your eyes) by @wisteriagoesvroom | M | 11.3k Lando stumbles upon a flower shop. Oscar's flower shop, to be precise. This is a wonderful florist!Oscar au. What I love so dearly about this is that the author has taken the lyric/concept of "you don't have to say i love you to say i love you" and applied it to flower language. How creative and clever. I love how throughout this fic Oscar and Lando really become what the other person needs, they are always there for each other. All of it just feels so safe and comforting. The dialogue is witty and fun and the descriptions are really well rounded. And as the cherry on top, this was written For Me so its wonderfully perfect.

Home. Home is pine needles and Ribena and his first car and a return ticket to Heathrow and taking your seat at your local cafe and the baristas knowing your name. But home can also be this: an open door, a room full of flowers and green and life. A cup of your favourite tea and a snack you’ve come to associate with the word comfort. A conversation with a man who offers you a safe harbour, with no conditions to be anything other than to be what you are.

nsfw: you're burning up, i'm cooling down by @foggieststars | E | 12.3k Lando and Oscar have an understanding, Oscar doesn't get to come until Lando decides he's been good enough. This fic is so good and it might be my most reread f1 fic ever at this point. The dialogue is amazing and feels so real and on point for both Lando and Oscar. Their dynamic is so fun and sexy and well written and it makes so much sense for them and what I feel like landoscar would be. I lack the words to accurately describe how good this is: the writing, the plot, the sex are all phenomenal.

He teases Oscar about it, sometimes. How badly he wants it - to win, to be good. Lando asks him if he ever gets hard in the car out of some twisted desperation to please people. He loves thinking about Oscar’s muscled thighs clenching together in the car, vibrations running through his whole body, sparking little points of contact. So Lando lets the little game drag on into the race build-up sometimes, when Oscar is okay with it.

under my skin by @lellabellawrites | M | 16.8k An AU in which Oscar and Lando are serial killers who have a meet cute while dumping bodies, and fall in love. This fic absolutely floored me with how good it was, how this pair of incredibly dangerous people managed to focus all that intensity on one another. Their devotion to one another is absolutely touching, even if you can never forget what they do for fun. Oscar is methodical and calculating, Lando is more impulsive, which is perfect characterisation and shows how well they fit together, the Yin and Yang of it all. The ending left me breathless.

Oscar knows exactly who this man is now. The Quad County Killer sprung up last summer and has been on quite a spree lately. A handful of Oscar's kills have been attributed to him, which should be a relief from the extra cover it brings, but instead only pisses him off. This guy works recklessly, leaving his kills out in the open like he wants to be found out. Oscar would like the papers to give him a little more credit than that. "I work better alone." His disdain must be evident as the man relents with a sneer of disappointment. "Could you at least help me drag this down—" "No." "Fine." He takes one end of the duffel and heaves it over the curb with more strength than Oscar would have expected from his slender frame. "Did you sink yours or float?" "Sink. I'm not an idiot." "Alright. Rude."

you be time, i'll be space by littleplumtree | M | 50.8k Lando and Oscar are part of a space exploration team with the goal of finding sentient life outside of earth. why I like it: This author is a master of the details. Every piece, every detail, every action and reaction, they all serve to make the story richer and more vibrant. The characterization, too, feels comfortable and real. It's a joy to read.

With his eye to the microscope, Lando makes a heart wrenching little sound of relief. “Oh. Oh my god. There you are.” Oscar leans his elbows on the bench and stares into the tank. There’s nothing to see with the naked eye, but in that water is something that could one day, given all the time in the world, evolve into something like themselves. Maybe one day they’ll build pyramids and cry at sad movies and invent Tupperware and come up with a thousand different ways to insult each other online.

nsfw: Casual by @loquarocoeur | E | 95k AU, college roommates. Lando is perpetually horny and unlucky when it comes to hookups. He suggests that he and Oscar should just be friends with benefits, you know. Casual. Oscar agrees, even though he is madly in love with Lando and knows its a recipe for disaster. Lando gradually starts to realise the same. I am insane for just how good this fic is. It's not that the guys don't talk, they talk all the time and even communicate about their unique situation, they understand one another deeply and yet they still don't realise what space they occupy in one another's hearts. They are completely compatible in bed, if only they knew - Lando in particular is self conscious about the way he gets in bed and fights his very nature, all while not realising Oscar likes him that way. The angst is heavy but they get there in the end, while it has plenty of funny dialogue moments to lighten things. The characterisation is wonderful all round.

“So I stopped asking for sex and now we haven’t fucked in like five days which should be fine, but I don’t know, I’m getting desperate and he's just, like, fine, so maybe he doesn't need the sex, maybe he doesn't want the sex anymore, but he just can't admit it—” “Okay, Lando, I think you’re really overthinking—” “No! Because you see the fucking isn’t the only thing, the thing is that somehow we’ve sort of accidentally slept in the same bed for like a week and now we’re sort of fighting so I couldn’t sleep last night.” “Accidentally... For a week?”

[sweetenerobert]

watching you sleep

450 / obsessive dbf!joel miller x male reader

summary: joel can’t help himself as he watches you sleep

warnings: 18 MINORS DNI+, strong language, dbf!joel, sleeping reader, age gap (reader is 20, Joel is 40) masturbation (m), reader helping joel cum faster (if you squint)

a/n: a quick drabble cause i missed you guys and bored too lmao :p

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Your dad was fast asleep on the couch while Joel walked upstairs to use the bathroom before he went home. That’s when he noticed your bedroom door was ajar. Joel’s curiosity got the better of him as he pushed the door open and saw your sleeping figure.

Your shirt had risen, showing the exposed skin of your navel; your underwear had been bunched up, exposing your upper thigh.

Joel watched as the young adult he’d been obsessing over body rose slowly and fell as you breathed through your nose. In Joel’s eyes, you looked like a sleeping angel on a cloud lying on your mattress beautifully.

His hand had a mind of its own as his fingertips trailed your cheek, hearing your grumble and your body moving against his touch was the sweetest thing to Joel, but his cock was budging against the denim in his jeans, and ruining the bittersweet moment.

Biting the raw skin on his bottom lip, he closes your bedroom — covering you both in total darkness, unbuckles his belt, and takes off his jeans — stopping at his thighs and starting to stroke his cock.

Imagining his hands traveling down the curves of your body, his mouth on yours, hot pants, and moans as they escape into each other's mouth, flying through his mind like a memory already in his head.

Beads of precum leave the slit of Joel’s cock, biting his lips to stifle his moans as he turns his waist to look behind him to see if he can hear anyone walking by your room door.

When he knows that no one is in the vicinity of your room, he turns his waist straight back at you and starts to stroke his cock faster.

You turn your body away from Joel — back facing him, the leg band of your underwear tight around your thigh, making your underwear accentuate your butt even more.

Joel feels the shaft of his cock start to pulsate as he can feel his cum almost spring from his cock. His balance starts to become all wonky as his hips rock forward.

His teeth biting his lip, Joel starts to taste iron as his eyelids snap shut. He was seeing stars underneath his eyelids.

A quiet groan as strings of cum leave his cock and land on your back. Joel’s forehead felt tense from the lines forming on his forehead.

His hard cock began going soft as he slid his boxers and pants up with a slow tug. Exhales leave his body as Joel buckles his belt back around his waist.

With his uncovered-cum hand, he strokes your cheek as he grumbles under his breath. “Thanks for the help, angel.”

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DEE'S YUMMY LULAWLU FIC RECS

Compiled in this post you'll find all of my favorite LuLawLu fics! Enjoy your reading and make sure to leave kudos/comments on the fics you enjoyed <3 The fics are listed in no particular order other than Completed vs Ongoing. I will update this list as I find more fics that I enjoy, also to add some that I've probably forgotten.

Completed works:

when we go, we go together. by happychi 3,694 words, M "When Law dies, he spends an eternity searching for forgiveness. It was the first time anyone had smiled at him in over a century." Beautifully written fic where Law is cursed with being a reaper. This fic made me cry, it's absolutely gorgeous and bittersweet. The "D" stands for Daddy by bokkuroo 9,033 words, E Bonney uses her powers to age Luffy up, and Law starts gay-panicking! I am insanely weak for dilf!Luffy and this fic hit all the right spots with the delicious smutty goodness. A new favorite of mine!

Fanservice. by Mil0o2 23,169 words, E Law gets a new neighbor who happens to be his favorite dom pornstar "PirateKing56". Incredibly hot BDSM smut and I love the way this author writes both Law and Luffy. Delicious fic, definitely a favorite of mine.'

Keep You Safe by Rei_the_Rat 7,904 words, E "A favor and a threat that could destroy everything they hold dear, bring Law and Luffy a new opportunity to face unspoken feelings from a previous encounter." LuLaw Demon AU! This fic is gorgeous and the ambience is fantastic. Definitely a classic and a must-read!

carve your name (eat you like crème brûlée) by Trashgalore 11,556 words, E Luffy is insatiable and Law has to deal with it. PWP! Check the tags for potential CW!

Slipping Through My Fingers by Camafeu 8,525 words, E Luffy takes care of Law and eats him out. Porn with feelings! Pride is Before the Fall by Heart_Core 2,232 words, E "Law’s pent up from all the stress of traveling with the straw hats. When Luffy offers to help, how can he refuse?" Super yummy PWP by one of my favorite LuLaw authors! Seashell Lovers by cosmicatta 2,020 words, E "Law is learning to be free. Luffy helps him." This fic is so beautiful and soft and I'm smitten with how gentle and understanding Luffy is in it. Definitely a must-read!

Inhuman Potential by sydneyxface 82,094 words, E Exciting thriller featuring vampire!Luffy and pathologist!Law! Bloodplay ensues. Check tags for CW! My Heart Is Still Beating (But I Lost It Long Ago) by betsib 27,097 words, E Post Apocalyptic AU! "Law is travelling alone between quarantine zones when he comes across a young man with three bullets in his torso and an unflinching look in is eyes." Extremely well written and thrilling fic. Read tags for CWs! feel the rythm in my chest by shishiswordsman 9,140 words, Gen Bodyswap AU! "Law and Luffy decide to swap hearts for a moment. They end up swapping much more than that." I love this fic so much, it's funny, has angst AND fluff!

Ashes of Life by chenziee 10,248 words, T Canon Compliant series filled with Hurt/Comfort and lots of fluff where we follow the two captains relationship from Zou until Wano. Beautiful!

melting into you by adore_yuu 9,873 words, E Luffy discovers fanfiction and Law has to deal with it. Gorgeous and delicious one-shot!

Curiouser by xairylle 10,125 words, E Luffy asks Law to read him to him while he fucks him. Law complies reluctantly. Smutty goodness with great dialogue!

Stow Away Captains by xairylle 1,884 words, M Zoro POV. Law sneaks into the men's quarters on the Sunny and Zoro doesn't know how to deal with it. Awkward and funny as hell!

lowkey by gentoopengwyn 6,350 words, T Fluffy and hilarious Modern AU where doctor!Law has a secret husband who turns out to be Luffy.

more than a physical attraction (it's a passion) by gentoopengwyn 11,517 words, M Luffy simps for Law! Fluffy goodness.

I Could If I Wanted To by dunkinicedcoffeebeverage 5,615 words, E Law can't lie due to unforeseen circumstances and Luffy shows up! Smut and fluff. promises under the rising sun by Yakarmi 3,736 words, T "Luffy promises Law freedom." Canon compliant one-shot set on Zou. So sweet and soft!

quote, liquid courage, unquote by naturecalls111 7,475 words, E Law consumes aphrodisiac and Luffy kindly helps him with his problem. Smutty goodness.

Trials and Titillations by Callunar 42,796 words, E Luffy eats a mystery fruit and grows tits. Jealousy and misunderstandings ensue.

cough it out, loverboy by frogsterz 4,029 words, Gen Law comes back from Punk Hazard with a mating bite. Who could the mysterious alpha be that gave him the mark? Fun and cute omegaverse AU!

Saline by pbjnotes 19,321 words, M Modern AU with organized crime! Law is a doctor and has been terrorized by Doflamingo for many years, enter Luffy!

Aurum by bimarian 13,177 words, Gen Soulmate AU where Luffy learns about colors and the feelings they represent for him. Beautiful and soft.

Find Our Place in the Sky by lampalot7 4,615 words, T "Luffy is the Sun, Law is the Moon, and an eclipse brings them together." Beautiful and soft Moon/Sun God AU.

Modern Medicine Didn’t Prepare Me For Transmigration by betsib 17,018 words, T Isekai AU! Law gets transported into the world of the fantasy romance novel he's reading and adventures ensue!

Hook, line and sinker. by Mil0o2 1,323 words, E "Law is drunk and horny and makes sure Luffy knows exactly that." Service top Luffy PWP!

As Warm as the Sunlight by Camafeu 6,160 words, E Modern AU Porn with Feelings! Luffy finally gets to put marks on Law.

How To Top A Cop by initforthelolz 5,895 words, E Luffy is caught speeding and tries to convince the cop pulling him over to forget his crime with questionable means. PWP!

House Call by ZuviosGemini 4,854 words, Gen Sick Fic Modern AU! Law nurses Luffy back to health. Very sweet and fluffy comfort fic.

Meet Me in the Drift by riverofnara 28,460 words, T Pacific Rim/One Piece fusion! Luffy tries to convince Law to become his Jaeger co-pilot.

Shoot Me with a Smile by OliveGardenSafeSpace 42,161 words, M Mafia AU! Law is a mafia family boss and rescues Luffy during a heist gone wrong.

A Shiver of Pleasure by Camafeu 6,805 words, E Modern AU! Porn with Feelings and fluffy blankets.

i think she might be robbing (she can take what she wants) by Trashgalore 13,821 words, E Fem!LuLaw! Everyone is genderswapped in this roomate to lovers story. Fluffy and smutty!

The Straw Hat and Heart Pirates 'Alliance' by KivaEmber 6,706 words, Gen Smoker cockblocks Luffy and Law and hilarious situations happen in this series. Fluff and humor!

What Feelings? by Brewit 2,680 words, E Law is the last one to learn that him and Luffy are in a relationship. A story about how their relationships evolved! Fluff and a bit of smut.

You Don’t Love Me by xairylle 2,312 words, T Hurt/Comfort. Law has forgotten how to be honest.

A Summoner's Worst Nightmare by cringewerewolf 34,199 words, T "Law summons a demon to help him take down a crime lord. It all goes downhill from there." Hilarious AU where Law summons demon!Luffy!

Two Sinners' Conversation by bimarian 7,599 words, M "In which Luffy and Law redefine what a conversation is on their wedding night." This is technically part of a series, but this can be read as a stand-alone one shot. Fluff and smut!

Sick Heart by Cel0x 7,427 words, E Law and Luffy had been apart, missing each other deeply, and they have a delicious reunion. Porn with Feelings!

The Morning Comes Early by Alte 7,813 words, E "Law finds a new way to get a good night’s rest after forming an alliance with the Straw Hat Pirates." Very sweet and one of my comfort fics! Not a Ball or a Chain by HollowIsTheWorld 79,341 words, T Modern Soulmate AU! Asexual Luffy, Demisexual Law. Law grows up hoping he'd never develop a soulmark and tries to avoid meeting his soulmate.

the sea throws rocks together by manhattanvalleys 2,072 words, E Future Fic. Porn with feelings. I would recommend reading the three fics from this author in order. This one first, then the two below.

(but time leaves us polished stones) by manhattanvalleys 3,133 words, E Future Fic. Porn with feelings.

something that you might perhaps forgot to say by manhattanvalleys 4,391 words, E Future Fic PWP. Gorgeously written and a fic I can re-read over and over again.

Bloodied Knuckles by bimarian 9,099 words, E Flower Shop and Tattoo Parlor AU! Porn with Plot. "In which Law saw Luffy punching the life out of his rude customer—and decided right then and there that his ass was getting laid tonight." Dark Luffy, and Law's into it. Read tags for CW!

what the ocean gives by betsib 5,570 words, T Merman!Luffy gets saved by doctor!Law! This fic has a special place in my heart, it's very cute and funny.

To Call Myself Beloved by purplehairedwonder 13,202 words, T Luffy tries to get Law to marry him, and Law tells Luffy he'll have to catch him first. Betrothal Chase AU!

Give Me A Reason by betsib 6,400 words, M Band AU! Law does a cover of the Straw Hats' new single and it gets recorded in secret by Shachi and it goes viral, the attention eventually reaching Luffy who is intrigued by Law. Then they meet!

A Different Type of Hunger by karategal 25,111 words, E Luffy is King of the Pirates and he's "hungry for Torao". A game of cat and mouse begins. Funny and smutty!

Burning by vantrums 8,245 words, E Omegaverse PWP. Law is in heat and Luffy conveniently makes an appearance to help him out. One of my favorite PWPs!

Nothing compares by JustPassingBy19 4,261 words, E "Law and Luffy reunite after a long time away from each other's arms." Dilf!Luffy!!! Porn with Feelings!

combustion by Anonymous 3,799 words, E "Law pines and gets railed, both in and not in that order." Smut with a touch of angst!

Make Me Feel Good by sydneyxface 21,529 words, E Law seeks the help of Luffy, a professional cuddler, to help him get through university. Angst with a happy ending! This is one of my comfort fics and a favorite of mine.

Let's do It! by KhonekoChan 4,659 words, E Law and Luffy enjoy some sexcapades after the liberation of Wano. Smutty goodness.

find me in the shell's whisper by Deleted Account 5,441 words, M Law and Luffy run into each other on an island and Law pines.

Safe and Sound by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead 15,726 words, M Law gets taken hostage and Luffy is on a mission to rescue him. A lot of hurt/comfort with a lot of hurt before the comfort. Practicality is Useless Around Here by Ghosty_Bee 28,248 words, T Modern AU with magic! "Law's luck runs out when a series of events forces him to open his eyes to a world completely different from his own, full of magic, monsters, and danger. Luckily, or maybe not, he's found a crew of seers to help him out." This fic has fantastic world building and is a thrilling ride! Tell Me That You Love Me (I’ll Never Ask You Why) by Itycos 3,557 words, T "After Wano in a nameless port-town two captains reunite. Not all alliances are the same." Very sweet and beautiful fic about the two captain's finding something in each other they didn't quite expect. Like Sails on the Breeze by HollowIsTheWorld 5,115 words, Gen Corazon Lives AU. Luffy kisses Law and then he leaves. What's next for them? Bittersweet and fluffy in the end!

between you and i (the throths, the tide) by shishiswordsman 20,630 words, E ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU! Law is set to marry the future king of Dawn. Luffy is certainly not what Law expected.

What Is This Thing You Call An Alliance? by cywscross 13,701 words, T Eustass Kidd observes Law and Luffy after the fall of Kaido. Introspection, light angst and fluff!

and all the things that keep us here by qunlat 9,323 words, Gen Law gets a second chance. "(Or: the one where they get married, in secret, at someone else's wedding, and make Usopp late to his.)" Law and Luffy elope!

My Love For You Is Choking Me by ObsidionWingsofMidnight 56,880 words, T Hanahaki disease AU! Very angsty with eventual happy ending.

the white city by tciddaemina 32,328 words, Gen, M "Nika/Sun God!Luffy AU, set during the genocide in Flevance." Very interesting and beautifully written series. Total Eclipse of the Heart by Aspiring_Trashpanda 33,401 words, M "Luffy almost dies, makes a deal with a god, and falls in love. Law's along for the ride." Slow burn-y goodness!

Keep This Close To Our Hearts, Love by riverofnara 3,884 words, T Modern AU! Luffy's prank on Law says everything he hasn't been able to put into words. Fluffy!

sol ex machina by Almageist 3,757 words, Gen Angel AU! I don't want to say too much about this one as I believe it's best experienced going in blindly. One of my faves!

Meat Cute by marimoes 66,823 words, T Modern AU! Law has a literal run in with Luffy's dog "Meat" and they have a meet cute! Long fic with all of your favorite tropes!

king of my heart by frogsterz 7,411 words, E "The AU where rookie Trafalgar Law and the Pirate King walk into a tavern. Things only get better from there." The summary says all you need to know. One of my favorite LuLaw fics EVER.

Sabishigari-ya by Alexgrand 15,943 words, M Modern AU. "Law finds a website where he becomes infatuated with a user named Mugiwara22."

Who, Me? My Hand? by dunkinicedcoffeebeverage 8,903 words, M "5 times Luffy holds Law's hand, 1 time Law holds Luffy's." A getting together fic filled with fluff and beautiful moments between the two captains. The art accompanying this fic is also gorgeous!

Luffy's Law by JadedCoral 32,630 words, Gen Modern AU where Law starts a rumor about himself and hilarities ensue. This fic made me cackle out loud, it's so funny and sweet!

as I hold your hollow heart by betsib 24,962 words, M Soulswap AU! "...Law wakes up in Dressrosa, with Doflamingo's symbol tattooed on his chest and servants calling him "Corazon". Very interesting AU that I loved reading, many twists and turns and suspense!

Grand Line Carnival by Bubblegumbeech 24,140 words, T Modern AU with horror themes. "Law doesn't want to go to a carnival ever again, but his crew doesn't know that and they insist that he has been spending far too much time in the hospital.." Spooky things happen and Luffy and the Straw Hats are unintentionally creepy!

Ongoing works:

from us, to the rain by toricola 10,835 words, E Modern AU LawLu. One of the most beautifully written fics I've come across so far. The characterization of Law is one of the best I've ever read, and I am dying to read more from this author. If you want to feel, definitely don't skip this one!

white elephant gift exchange by happychi 15,184 words, M "Law’s troublesome coworkers are on thin ice after gifting him a male escort for his Christmas vacation. Now he’s snowed in with a complete stranger for an entire weekend." Things aren't as they seem in this Modern AU. The author's portrayal of Law in this is on of my absolute favorites. Excited to read more of this!

Critical Fire Weather Pattern by lettersinpetals 7,787 words, M Journalist AU! Law is an editor at One Piece News, and Luffy is the newly appointed weatherman. A super fresh and unique AU that I immediately fell in love with!

The Beast of Buckden by Callunar 11,537 words, E "Law has moved to a sleepy little countryside village. The people of the village warned him not to go out on the night of the blood moon, but he finds himself lost in the woods anyway." Werewolf!Luffy AU that has quickly become one of my favorite LuLaw fics. Read tags for CW!

The Pirate King's Treasure by Callunar 64,842 words, E Another fantastic work by Callunar, this time it's PWP! Luffy becomes interested in Law after a heated argument. Extremely smutty and kinky.

Broken Heart Syndrome by Callunar 115,597 words, E Surgeon!Law and boxer!Luffy. AND THEY WERE NEIGHBORS. Slow burn!!!! Another one of my favorite chaptered fics.

Chasing the Sun by illusiverose 174,160 words, E Another one of my favorites! Modern AU Surgeon!Law and Firefighter!Luffy. Law has dark secrets but becomes enamored with Luffy, the embodiment of sunshine. Exciting plot with a slice of Mafia!

Red and Yellow by BewitchingDemon 20,214 words, M Pokemon Fusion AU! A true joy to read this fic. Strangers to lovers with a lot of awkwardness and slow burn. One of my favorites!

(We Would Never) Break the Chain by cosmicatta 15,507 words, M A Modern AU set in the 70s-80s where you get to see Law and Luffy grow from childhood friends into something more, with a lot of pining and angst in between. A beautifully written fic.

Haze by initforthelolz 56,381 words, M Fantasy AU with dystopian themes with fantastic world building and intrigue.

Godslayer by initforthelolz 19,611 words, M Fantasy AU where Law is a Godslayer and his purpose is to defeat one of the god's that terrorized the world. Things don't go as planned. Incredibly well-written fic with solid world building and a plot that draws you in instantly.

for a wilted rose not yet withered by ame_kko 45,682 words, T Ancient Greek Gods AU! A strangers to lovers fic with Luffy as Persephone, God of Spring and Law as Hades, God of the Underworld. An all time favorite for me!

Hearts Spring Eternal by riverofnara 34,386 words, E Law performs the Perennial Youth Surgery on Luffy out of desperation, but Law somehow survives. Angst and complications happen.

In the Sultry Summer Calm by Alte 15,563 words, M Omegaverse Flower Shop AU! Two of my favorite things combined. "After the loss of his adoptive father, omega Trafalgar Law is forced to give up on his dream to become a surgeon in favor of taking over his father’s flower shop." Very sweet and I can't wait for this to be updated!

In the Night by TheeGirlWonder 8,273 words, M Fantasy AU! Vampires, werewolves and witches! Law is a vampire and helps werewolf!Luffy escape Doflamingo's clutches after being captured.

Saint Peter's Keys by Aspiring_TrashPanda 52,560 words, E Modern AND Canon Div AU! A story involving parallel universes with a fantastically written story. Slow burn!

It Was Always Blood With You by initforthelolz 14,970 words, E Vampire!Law AU! "Luffy finds a vampire on the side of the road and decides to bring him home... against better judgement that he does not possess." I immediately fell in love with this fic, the summary says it all!

The Compounding Impact of Time by salient17 14,889 words, M Time Travel AU! "It didn't matter where, or when, because Luffy would find him--time and time again." Luffy is lost in time, will he find his way back?

The Years We’ve Lost by Heart_Core 24,618 words, M Time Travel AU! "In the middle of the War on Onigashima, Law wakes up to find himself 19 years into the future. Luffy had long defeated Kaido, believing Law to have died in the war." Love this fic and can't wait for an update. Can never go wrong with dilf!Luffy either.

At the Heart of Worship by Heart_Core 8,014 words, E Sun God Luffy AU! Luffy has had his attention captured by Law.

always too much (never enough) by Jien_o 21,303 words, E Modern AU cockwarming fic of my dreams. This fic has me in a chokehold. CRAZY good!

within & without by Jien_o 68,686 words, E Arranged Marriage AU! LawLu. Enemies to lovers-esque type story, where both Law and Luffy are very flawed and many misunderstandings ensue.

The Omegaverse Clothing Exchange Service by bananabunch 8,162 words, E Super cute A/B/O fic with a really unique plot! I love this fic so far and can't wait to read more.

As Sunflowers Do by martilla 95,283 words, E Modern AU! Luffy is in an accident and gets amnesia and forgets all about his relationship with Law. A lot of angst and heartbreak with an eventual happy ending.

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— [♡] ; souls tied by fate will inevitably cross paths again. ｡°. gojo satoru

tags: endgame gojo satoru, afab!reader, slow burn, pregnancy, regret, hurt/comfort, angst, co-parenting, vulnerable gojo satoru, past suguru geto x reader, past rejection, longing, bittersweet, I'm dramatic so I write dramatic shit, chapter three of ten

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Gojo Satoru had never felt more out of control. It was a foreign sensation, one he hadn’t experienced in years, but as he returned to Jujutsu High, a hollow ache settled in his chest. The walk back from the hideout had been quiet, too quiet, and now the weight of what had transpired bore down on him with suffocating intensity.

You had chosen Geto over him.

That thought alone gnawed at him, and he couldn’t shake the image of you standing there, resolute in your decision. His words, his attempts to pull you back—it hadn’t been enough. You had walked away from him without looking back. For the first time in a long while, Gojo felt powerless.

The moment he arrived at the Jujutsu High dormitory, the eerie silence of the abandoned halls greeted him. Your room—your old room—stood at the end of the corridor, untouched since the day you left. Gojo hesitated outside the door for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle. His heart was pounding in his chest, and for once, he wasn’t sure what he would find when he stepped inside.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing the quiet, dimly lit space. Your bed was unmade, the blankets haphazardly tossed aside as if you had left in a hurry. Clothes were strewn across the room, and the bag you had taken with you was missing. But what caught Gojo’s attention immediately was the trash bin near your desk, its contents peeking out from under a few crumpled papers.

A letter.

Gojo’s breath hitched in his throat as he approached the trash, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled the letter free from the discarded mess. The envelope was crumpled and torn at the edges, as if it had been thrown away carelessly, but the sight of his name written in your neat handwriting stopped him cold. It was your letter—the one you had given him with the chocolates, the one he had barely glanced at when you tried to confess your feelings.

For the first time, he realized what he had truly done.

His throat tightened as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanning over your words. The confession was simple, heartfelt, written with care and a vulnerability that he hadn’t recognized at the time. You had poured your heart into this letter, and he had dismissed it without a second thought. You had been trying to reach out to him, and he had rejected you.

Gojo’s hands shook as he read the letter over and over again, his heart sinking with every word. He could see it now—the pain you had hidden behind your shy demeanor, the quiet longing in your eyes when you looked at him. He had been too wrapped up in his own world to notice, too oblivious to the effect his actions had on you.

And now you were gone.

His gaze shifted to the trash bin again, where the box of chocolates you had made for him lay discarded. The once-beautifully wrapped package was ruined, the chocolates inside left to rot for weeks. Gojo bent down and picked up the box, his chest tightening as he realized just how long they had sat there, untouched. You had made these for him, and he had thrown them away without even giving them a second thought.

A lump formed in his throat as the reality of what he had done hit him like a punch to the gut. You had given him everything, and he had crushed it beneath his careless rejection.

No wonder you had left. No wonder you had turned to Geto. He had driven you away.

Gojo sank onto your bed, the letter still in his hand, his mind racing. He had been so blind, so oblivious to your pain. He had let you slip through his fingers, and now you were in the hands of the one person he couldn’t stand to lose anyone to—Suguru Geto.

Days passed, and as Gojo struggled with the consequences of his actions, your life with Geto began to take shape.

The transition into Geto’s world was jarring at first, but the more time you spent in his presence, the more you felt a sense of belonging. Geto wasn’t like Gojo. Where Gojo had been aloof, unpredictable, and distant, Geto was calm, steady, and composed. He understood you in a way that Gojo never had. He didn’t see you as weak or shy—he saw potential in you, something that could be molded and strengthened.

You trained relentlessly, determined to prove yourself to Geto and his followers. Every day brought new challenges, new ways to harness your cursed energy. Though you weren’t the strongest, your determination earned you respect from those around you, and Geto took notice. He began to spend more time with you, personally overseeing your training, guiding you through techniques that would strengthen your abilities.

There was a quiet approval in his gaze whenever you succeeded, a sense of pride that he didn’t show to many. It wasn’t affection, not in the way you had once craved from Gojo, but it was something that grounded you. Geto believed in you. He saw something in you that no one else had, and that belief spurred you forward.

The more time you spent under Geto’s guidance, the more you found yourself embracing his ideals. The resentment you felt toward the world that had once ignored you now fueled your desire to grow stronger, to prove that you were more than what others had thought. Geto’s vision of a world where the weak no longer held back the strong resonated with you in a way that felt liberating. You were tired of being invisible, of being disregarded.

And with Geto, you were no longer invisible.

One afternoon, after na intense training session, Geto approached you as you sat, catching your breath on the edge of a training field.

“You’ve been progressing well,” he said, his voice calm but laced with approval. “Better than I expected.”

You looked up at him, your chest still heaving from exertion. His words meant more than you cared to admit. “Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling the weight of his praise settle in your chest.

Geto nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he spoke again. “You’ve proven yourself to be more than just another follower. I see great potential in you.” His words were deliberate, carrying the weight of expectation. “You remind me of someone I once knew. Someone who had the same fire.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You knew who he was referring to. Gojo.

“But unlike him,” Geto continued, his gaze sharpening, “you understand what it means to be truly strong. To stand for something greater.”

You nodded, his words resonating deep within you. Gojo had never understood you the way Geto did. He had seen you as just another student, another face in the crowd. But Geto saw more. He saw your potential, your desire to grow, and he had given you a place where you could belong.

As the days passed, your bond with Geto grew stronger. He took you under his wing, guiding you not only in battle but in the way you viewed the world. The bitterness that had once festered inside you now fueled your determination, and with every day that passed, you felt yourself growing closer to Geto’s cause.

You no longer thought of Gojo the way you used to. The pain of his rejection still lingered, but it no longer consumed you. You had found something new—something stronger.

And as Geto’s trusted student, you had a new purpose.

Days blended into weeks as you trained, grew stronger, and found your place among Geto’s inner circle. It wasn’t just about power anymore; it was about purpose, about finding people who believed in the same ideals, who didn’t see you as weak or broken.

It was strange at first, being around Geto’s trusted followers. You had never been particularly close to anyone back at Jujutsu High, never felt like you fit in with the others. But here, with Geto’s inner circle, things were different. They were a found family of sorts, bound together by shared beliefs and a mutual loyalty to Geto. He treated them with respect, something far beyond what you had expected when you first joined him.

Geto formally introduced you to his closest companions after one of your more grueling training sessions, a day when you had pushed yourself harder than ever before. Exhausted but satisfied with your progress, you found yourself in a quiet corner of the hideout, catching your breath when Geto approached, flanked by three familiar faces.

“These are my most trusted,” Geto said, gesturing to the three individuals behind him. “You’ll be spending more time with them.”

You recognized them from earlier encounters but hadn’t spoken much to any of them. One of them, a tall man with sharp features and a laid-back demeanor, offered a friendly smile. “Larue,” he said, introducing himself with a casual wave. “Nice to finally meet you properly.”

Beside him stood a girl with short, dark hair and sharp eyes—Mimiko, as Geto had referred to her before. She nodded at you, her expression unreadable but not unkind. “We’ve seen you around,” she said quietly, studying you.

The last person was a bit more standoffish, a girl with bright hair - tied up who seemed more interested in her phone than the conversation at hand. Her name was Nanako, and though she didn’t say much, you got the sense that she was fiercely loyal to Geto and his cause.

“You’ll be training with us from now on,” Nanako continued, his tone light but sincere. “It’s good to have you here.”

Something about their acceptance, even if it was tentative, made the knot in your chest loosen a little. They didn’t see you as na outsider. For the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t alone.

As the days passed, you started spending more time with Geto’s close circle. Training was intense, but there was something oddly comforting about the routine, about the way they welcomed you into their fold. You weren’t sure when it happened exactly, but at some point, you realized that these people had become something of a family—a place where you could finally belong. Geto was their leader, their guide, but he was also more than that. He had given them something greater, something they hadn’t found anywhere else, and you were slowly beginning to understand that feeling for yourself.

But even in this new life, you hadn’t expected anyone to notice something as small as your birthday.

When the day finally arrived, you had no plans to tell anyone. Birthdays had always been quiet affairs for you, something that passed with little fanfare. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the occasion, but you had learned to keep such things to yourself.

So, you spent the morning training alone, assuming the day would pass as any other. But in the late afternoon, as you retreated to your room, tired and ready to spend the rest of the day in solitude, a soft knock on your door startled you.

“Come in,” you called, expecting one of Geto’s followers with a task or message.

But when the door opened, it was Geto himself who stepped inside, his usual composed demeanor softened by a small, almost teasing smile. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his presence filling the room.

“I heard today’s a special day,” Geto said, his tone light but deliberate.

Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. How did he know? You hadn’t told anyone.

“I—” you started, but Geto cut you off with a raised hand, still smiling.

“No need to explain. Come with me,” he said simply.

You blinked in confusion. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” was all he said.

There was something about the way he spoke, so casual yet commanding, that made you follow him without hesitation. You left your room and followed him through the hallways of the hideout, the air between you charged with na unusual energy.

When you finally stepped outside, the fresh air hit you like a wave. It was rare to leave the hideout for anything other than missions or training, so this felt different, almost like na adventure. You hadn’t expected Geto to take time away from his duties, especially not for something as trivial as your birthday.

He led you into the nearby town, its narrow streets bustling with evening activity. The soft glow of streetlights lit the way, and the air smelled faintly of something sweet. You followed Geto through the winding roads until you stopped in front of a small shop, its windows displaying delicate pastries and desserts.

“Crepes,” Geto said, as if answering the question you hadn’t asked. “Thought it’d be a nice change of pace.”

Your eyes widened again in surprise. This was… oddly domestic. You hadn’t expected this from Geto. Not at all.

He held the door open for you, and you stepped inside, the sweet aroma of crepes filling the air. The shop was small and cozy, and the cashier greeted you with a warm smile as you approached the counter.

“Pick whatever you like,” Geto said, his tone casual, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

You hesitated for a moment, still trying to process what was happening, but eventually, you pointed to one of the crepes on the menu. It was simple, filled with strawberries and cream, but it felt like the perfect choice. Geto ordered the same for himself, and after paying, the two of you sat down at a small table near the window.

As you ate, the conversation between you was light, almost easy. Geto asked about your training, about how you were adjusting to life with his followers. He listened carefully to your answers, his usual calm demeanor ever-present.

For a moment, it felt like everything was normal—like you were just two people enjoying a quiet evening, talking about nothing in particular. It was strange, how domestic it felt, but at the same time, it was comforting.

But that comfort was short-lived.

As you sat there, finishing the last bite of your crepe, a familiar presence washed over you—a cursed energy you would recognize anywhere. Your heart skipped a beat, your chest tightening as you realized who it was.

Gojo Satoru.

He stepped into the shop as if he owned the place, his towering figure impossible to miss. His white hair glowed under the soft lights, and the moment his eyes landed on you and Geto, his casual, carefree expression faltered for just a split second.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the last thing you had expected—a quiet birthday outing with Geto, only to be confronted by the one person you had been running from. Gojo’s eyes flickered between you and Geto, his usual mask slipping slightly as his gaze hardened.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Gojo said, his voice light but with na unmistakable edge. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his eyes settling on you. “Didn’t expect to find you two out here.”

Geto’s posture shifted subtly, his gaze calm but watchful. He leaned back slightly in his chair, crossing his arms as he regarded Gojo with a quiet intensity. “It’s a small world, after all.”

The tension between them was palpable, crackling like electricity in the air. You could feel it—the weight of the history between them, the unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface. And now, you were caught in the middle.

Your chest tightened as Gojo’s gaze lingered on you, a thousand unspoken words hanging between the two of you. What would he say? What could he say?

But before either of them could speak again, you found yourself frozen in place, unsure of what was about to unfold in this unexpected confrontation.

The tension in the air was suffocating, the tiny crepe shop suddenly feeling too small as Gojo’s presence filled the room. The lighthearted atmosphere you’d shared with Geto vanished the moment Gojo stepped in. His usual casual grin was gone, replaced by na unreadable expression that made your stomach churn. You knew this moment would come eventually, but not like this—certainly not on what had started as a rare, peaceful moment between you and Geto.

Gojo’s piercing gaze flicked between you and Geto, lingering on you longer than you were comfortable with. His jaw tightened for a moment before he spoke again, his voice deceptively calm.

“So, enjoying your night out?” he asked, his tone light but laced with something heavier beneath the surface.

You swallowed hard, not sure how to respond. The weight of his stare made you feel like a child caught in a bad situation, but you were no longer the person who had stood before him in your confession, waiting for validation. You had made your choice, and Gojo had to know that.

Geto leaned back in his chair, his calm demeanor never faltering. “Just grabbing some crepes. A simple celebration, really.”

The way Geto said it—so casual, so nonchalant—felt like a challenge, even though his voice was soft and smooth. He was always so composed, so sure of himself, especially around Gojo. You couldn’t help but notice how different the two men were: Gojo, always radiating na untouchable energy, and Geto, commanding respect with quiet authority. And yet, despite the vast differences between them, their history lingered between them like na invisible wound.

Gojo’s lips twitched in a humorless smile. “A celebration, huh? Must be a special occasion.”

Of course you didn't.

He looked directly at you this time, his voice quieter but his eyes intense. “I didn’t know you liked crepes.”

You froze, unsure of what to say. The last time you and Gojo had spoken, you had told him you were done, that you were following Geto. And yet here he was, standing in front of you, making small talk like you hadn’t turned your back on everything you once knew. It was disorienting—painful, even.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Geto spoke first, his tone light but firm. “Everyone’s entitled to some happiness, Satoru. Even those who’ve chosen a different path.”

Gojo’s eyes narrowed, his posture shifting slightly as he regarded Geto with a mix of frustration and something else—something that felt like unspoken anger. It was as if they were having an entire conversation with their eyes, one filled with history and unresolved conflict.

“So, this is your life now?” Gojo asked, his voice dropping lower as he focused on you. “Following Geto around like one of his little disciples? Is this really what you want?”

The question stung, cutting through the fragile wall you had built around yourself. You wanted to believe in Geto’s cause, in the sense of purpose he had given you. But Gojo’s words were like a knife, reopening the wound that had never fully healed. Was this truly what you wanted, or was it just the only path left after Gojo had shattered your heart?

You straightened your back, forcing yourself to meet Gojo’s gaze. “I’ve already made my decision.”

Gojo’s jaw clenched, his eyes softening for a moment before hardening again. “You’re better than this,” he said quietly, almost like a plea. “You don’t belong with him.”

Geto’s eyes flickered, his calm demeanor shifting just slightly. “Satoru, I think she’s capable of making her own decisions.”

Gojo didn’t take his eyes off you, his voice steady but filled with tension. “Is she? Or are you just using her, like you do with everyone else?”

The accusation hung in the air like a sword, and for a moment, the room went completely still. You felt the weight of Gojo’s words settle over you, the implication that Geto was manipulating you—just like Gojo believed he had manipulated others. It made your chest tighten, a confusing swirl of emotions pulling at you from every direction.

Geto didn’t react immediately. He remained seated, his gaze fixed on Gojo, but his posture had shifted subtly, a tension simmering just beneath the surface. “She came to me of her own will. I didn’t force her hand.”

The subtle threat in Geto’s voice was impossible to miss, and Gojo, always one to challenge authority, stepped closer, his hand twitching slightly at his side. For a split second, you thought this could escalate into something worse, something physical. The power radiating from Gojo was undeniable, and you could feel it crackling in the air around him.

But before things could escalate, you stood from your seat, stepping between the two men. The last thing you wanted was for them to clash because of you. You could feel the tension rolling off both of them, and you had no doubt that if things got out of hand, it wouldn’t end well.

“Stop,” you said firmly, your voice cutting through the silence.

Both Gojo and Geto turned to look at you, their gazes sharp and expectant. For a brief moment, the three of you were locked in a silent standoff, the weight of years of history between Gojo and Geto hanging heavily in the air.

“I’ve made my choice,” you said, your voice steady but filled with the weight of your emotions. “I’m with Geto now. This is where I belong.”

Gojo’s face twisted into something resembling hurt for the briefest moment before his usual impassive mask slipped back into place. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you said, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. “You can’t keep coming after me. I’m not… I’m not your responsibility anymore.”

The words hung between you, the finality of them sinking into your chest like a stone. Gojo’s eyes flickered, the tension in his body slowly draining as he processed your words. For a long moment, he said nothing, the silence stretching on endlessly.

Then, without warning, he sighed, stepping back slightly. “Fine,” he said softly, his voice lacking its usual bravado. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”

Your heart twisted painfully at his words. You had made your decision, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear him finally give up on trying to pull you back.

Gojo turned to leave, his hand on the door. But just before he stepped out, he paused, his back to you and Geto.

“I just hope you know what you’re getting into,” he said quietly, not turning to face you. “Because once you go down this road, there’s no turning back.”

With that, he walked out of the shop, leaving you and Geto alone in the quiet aftermath.

You stood there, your heart racing, trying to steady your breath. Gojo was gone. He had given up, just as you had wanted. But the empty feeling in your chest told you that it wasn’t as simple as that.

Geto, always calm, finally stood up from the table and stepped beside you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, his grip firm but not forceful. “You made the right choice,” he said softly, his voice reassuring. “Don’t let Satoru’s words shake you.”

But as you looked at the door Gojo had just walked through, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had truly made the right choice—or if, once again, you were letting yourself be led down a path you didn’t fully understand.

Because Gojo’s final words echoed in your mind, refusing to be silenced.

“There’s no turning back.”

And you weren’t sure you were ready for what that meant.

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jacela | {e. 1.7k}

just some smutty jacela consummation post their secret valyrian wedding 😌

"My prince," his princess whispers in his ear, sending a shock of pleasure down Jace's spine. He bit his sliced lip dried with blood, remembering how hers had tasted. Bittersweet, twangy with copper and he longed to taste more, which causes him to tense under her hand.

Her hand that has a firm fist wrapped around his cock...entirely. 

"How does it feel, my husband?" Baela repeated, licking her cut lip, eyes mesmerized by her husband's girth wrapped wonderfully within her hand. Jace could only gasp, his thoughts and words leaving him, as he bit into the meat of his tender lip harder when she squeezes around the base of his shaft, starting to milk him slow and steady now.

Baela quickly licked the blood that began to drip from it again, almost moaning when her husband's taste hit her tongue. "Tell me it feels good, Jacaerys." She said breathlessly, her cunt already wet, since the moment she eyed Jace hard and leaking, aching for her touch.

"B-Baela," he groans her name now, his eyes opening, staring straight into hers and he swears he can see the light emanating from her violet eyes, the pure blinding, burning brightness lingering beneath her skin; the depth of her heart and soul staring back at him. It makes his heart race faster, her hand stroke faster over him in tandem.

"Fuck," Jace curses, blushing, bucking upwards when she traces the crown of his cock, spreading his seedy fluids along his length to aid her precise movements. "You fit so perfectly in my hand, Jace. You were made for me. Say it, husband." Jace's stomach tenses, love and lust spiraling inside him like a huge storm ready to break. Her words are a balm for his wounded heart, each syllable sewing him back together, making him whole once more. 

"I n-need-"

You. Is what Jace wants to say but her lips are on his, her mouth stealing his kisses beautifully, sealing tightly to him, never wanting to let go.

"I know." Baela murmurs against his mouth, pressing her forehead to his, smiling stunningly against his lips, before her hand stills and she unwraps it around his length. 

"Wait," Jace whines, biting his lip once more, embarrassed at the desperation in his voice, because he was close; so, so to the purest and holiest ecstasy of his life.

"Patience, my sweet prince," Baela only laughs, playfully chastising him and the sweet sound echoes of his bedchambers, making his heart beat a hundred times faster.

Then her violet eyes are gazing fiercely back at him, full to the brim with a fire that threatens to burn through Jace-both of them-like the most delicious fever.

And Jace wants her to burn him, scorch him, set his skin ablaze, until his bones are anything except ash.

"I have needs as well, my husband." Baela steps away from him and swiftly discards her Valyrian robes, pulling them over her head along with her underthings, until she is as naked as Jace, her copper skin glinting a deeper golden color by the light of the flames. Jace's breath catches in his throat, for he's never seen a sight more beautiful, more brazen, than his wife with her silver-white hair wild and framing her face. The curves of her breast tipped with brown nipples beckon his mouth to them and he's swallowing, salivating with a need to wrap his lips around them, to suck and savor the sweetness of her. "And only you can fulfill them, Jacaerys."

Baela strides towards him gracefully to their bed and Jace hungrily eyes the sway of her hips, the crux of silver-white that matches her curls, that tantalizes him cruelly, hypnotizes him into the most blissful state of silence. His mouth gapes open, drool seeping down his chin, when she climbs astride him, licking the saliva mixed with his blood from his lip and chin, at the same time grasping him by his cock once more, pressing his head into her heat that threatens to suffocate him wickedly. 

"Baela, w-wait!" Jace hisses, but it's too late because she's wrapping her arms around him and sinking her tight, slick cunt onto him in one torturous movement which causes him to thrust all the way inside her, sheathe himself into her body to the hilt, until he's groaning, gasping, cursing at how wondrous, wonderful his wife feels wrapped wholly around him.

"Wife," Jace growls, hugging her breasts to him, placing gentle kisses into the crook of her smooth throat, murmuring his words of praise into her flesh. "You feel exquisite." Baela trembles against him, goose pimples raising along her golden skin, constricting her cunt around him even more and he jerks into her just slightly, barely.

"Oh, fuck, Jace, w-wait!" Baela cries out and Jace pulls his lips from her neck, eyes wide with concern when he sees pain painted onto her face along with tears shiny against her loveliness. 

"My brave princess," Jace presses his lips against hers gently, before his tongue licks away the salt that stains her cheeks, "my brave wife. Let me help you, sweetling. " He snakes his finger in between their bodies clung tightly to one another, joined for always, knowing how to ease his wife's pain, for he is his mother's son. Always observant, an apt listener, learning everything he can.

"Oh gods, Jace." Baela moans when his fingers stroke over her hidden jewel and Jace smirks against her lips when she relaxes her body into his, her body melting into his like lava. "It feels good doesn't it, my wife?" He watches her face relax, contort into one of pure pleasure, eyes opening, lilacs laced with the utmost lust, outlined in love. 

"I love you, B-Baela!" Jace confesses finally when her body lifts off his only to thrust down upon him once more.

"Then fuck me, my love." She hisses into his ear, all her fire and blood coursing through her veins and into him, making him tremble with the utmost need, to satiate and satisfy the dragons awakening beneath the surface.

And this time he meets her half way, with as much passion and intensity that burns through him; for he shall always burn for her, be the other half of her whole, completely, until the end of his days.

"Yes, wife, yes!" Jace cries, a loud sound that echoes off their bedchambers, along with the sounds of their bodies melding, becoming one soul, one heart. 

"Finish in me please, Jacaerys, please." This admission spurs Jace on as he grips Baela to him tighter, one hand pulling her hair back, one hand on the plush flesh of her hip, watching his cock disappear inside her slick heat, eyeing her creamy fluids upon him. His sac tightens at the sight, but Jace wants to see her shatter around him, to drown in the drenched honeyed juices of her cunt. "Fingers, husband. I need more." Baela begs, panting, hips humping against him desperately, and it awakens the feral beast lurking beneath fully, and he yanks on her hair harder, hard enough for his wife to whimper out. "Then use yours, my sweet wife. Touch yourself for me, my brave girl."

"You're cruel, Jacaerys Velaryon." Baela grits out, groaning, beginning to expertly rub over her clit, closing her eyes. But Jacaerys has other plans, latching onto one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling on it lightly with his teeth. "Ah! No teeth!" But her cunt clamps around him tighter so he bites harder, releasing her nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop. "Keep your eyes open, on me, wife." Jace wraps his mouth around her other nipple sucking it between his plump lips, fondling the other bitten one, watching his wife's hooded eyes, her lips part, if to cry out, so Jace bites into her other nipple, tearing a strangled cry from her lips, followed by his name.

"Jace!" Baela shrieks, rubbing over her clit faster and harsher, before she's reaching the highest point of her peak, body shaking, convulsing, clinging on to him for dear life, less she fall, crumble around him. 

So her dragon prince, her husband wraps his arms around him, hugging his princess to him, clinging to his wife for dear life.

"Baela, Baela, Baela," he grunts, against her tender breasts, "give me everything." And she does a second time, flooding him with her release, her honeyed sweetness that  takes and takes everything in him, milking him, and then her lips are on his stealing the breath out of his lungs.

"Yes, yes, sweet husband, now give me your son." Baela pants against his lips dreamily and Jace is the one shouting, gritting his teeth, crying out, convulsing against hers. Because he will give her a son. A son with his father's chestnut curls, with his mother's deep golden skin, with eyes the color of dark amethysts. 

"Our son," he croaks hoarsely against Baela's lips and tears of happiness spring forth from his eyes as the last of his seed is milked from his body, flowing and flooding into his wife's womb. One that will flourish, will bring forth their babe.

They fall onto their marriage bed together, into each other's arms, made whole by their union, their joyous love-making.

Jace's head is nestled in between Baela's chest, listening to her heart beat slow, his fingers lazily stroking over her toned belly, dreaming of it swelling underneath his hand.

"Lucerys," she strokes over his curls and Jace glances upwards, confused at her smiling, satiated face, until the realization dawns on him at what she means. 

"Yes," Jace mumbles, kissing the skin in between her breasts, running his tongue downwards over, dipping the tip of it into her navel, hearing her breath hitch. "Yesss," he says more hoarsely now, mouth watering and nostrils flaring, the scent of both him and her hitting his senses. "Yesss," and then his tongue is languidly licking her folds, tasting, savoring both seed and slick, ravenously beginning to devour the more of his wife's little noises that fill his ears.

And Jacaerys keeps his hand upon Baela's stomach the entire time, cock hardening at the thought of doing this a thousand more times, with his wife's belly swelling, growing with another strong seed. Another son born of fire and blood to replace one loss. Their Lucerys.

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DAN HENG didn't quite know what to expect when welt texted him about your situation. his own partner in an accident? he knew that he should have been persistent and gone with you and march 7th. he should have fought to go with you, he should have- he should have done a lot. after a few painstaking days of you being trapped in a comatose state within belobog's hospital with every visitation request denied, dan heng decided that he had more than regrets about this.

he spent his days and evenings restless, pacing his room with every thought rushing through his mind; would you survive? would you hate him? he figured you had every right to despise him. no amounts of time spent with his head in documentation, tracing over booklets of planets and history books regarding the aeons could ease his mind.

dan heng felt guilt, as if he only had himself to blame for standing there so quietly as you and march excitedly announced that you were going to belobog on behalf of himeko. march chimed in that you'd use it more as a shopping trip and whilst you laughed it off, dan heng silently wished he could go just to protect you. you were capable but he was anxious, losing you was the last thing he wanted.

this feeling would eat at him for as long as the doctors tending to you kept rejecting the astral express' visitation requests. he wanted to see you and now it felt as though he had to pay the price - another price... wasn't he paying enough already? his heart could rot from the amount of guilt he withheld inside of him, not daring to utter it to the older members of the crew. it could break his ribs, tear him open but he'd refuse to mention it.

miserable, dark grey clouds covered belobog's usual sunshine, painting the city in a dull appearance that could only match dan heng's numb emotions as the astral express crew navigated the streets of the city, finally on their way to see you. in march's bandaged hands - she'd taken the lesser of the injuries, coming back onboard the express with a few scrapes - was a beautifully wrapped bouquet of flowers, a bittersweet get-well-soon gift in light of the news that they'd receive along with their permission from the doctors; you had amnesia and they were still testing what you remembered from the accident.

he was nervous - no, he was far more than nervous. it showed on his face the moment they all solemnly shuffled into the tight hospital room, grimacing as they brushed against each other to gather around your bed. except there wasn't a form of excitement on your tired face but rather a look of confusion. welt cleared his throat first, eyes darting to look at dan heng's sudden loss of colour that drained from his face.

"they don't remember," he whispers to himself, as if no one else was around him. he takes a moment to lean back on the wall, "they don't remember me."

it takes welt's hand on dan heng's back to guide him out of the room shakily but nothing feels real anymore. all the memories, chaste kisses and moments where dan heng had done more than warm up to you in light of his past and previous life. you remembered none of it, not an ounce of the love he'd grown comfortable enough to give you, nothing.

dan heng's legs feel weak under him as his heart tears apart. perhaps this was a clean slate in terms of his regrets in protecting you, he could have done better and now he has a chance to wipe it all clear for you - you're not angry at him but he knows it's because you simply don't remember what happened.

he'll protect you better this time, more closely and not taking his eyes off of you. maybe one day, he'll tell you about the relationship the two of you shared; the kisses under the stars and the nights curled up together reading your own books. he would still love you. he'd always love you.

it felt like a fever dream when amber came to find KAEYA while he was on a commission for the knights. he hadn't been drinking on the job when the brunette arrived nor had he consumed any that morning... so how come she was spewing nonsense about you being seriously injured on a commission?

the cherry on the top? you didn't recognise a single person who'd visited you on bedrest. not jean, not barbara, not mika or lisa, not even noelle. and as your partner, kaeya was terrified by that prospect. you saw noelle and jean daily, always in cohorts with them - hell, you would see lisa sometimes more than you saw him, thanks to the busy nature of his rank.

if you didn't remember them without a sliver of recognition, would you remember him? he found it hard to breathe the whole way back to the city of mondstadt with a restless young brunette at his side and - begrudgingly, kaeya hadn't even invited him along - the owner of the dawn winery. diluc was equally as pained to hear of your accident from amber and who was he to not be there during possibly one of the most painful times of his brother's life? he'd done him wrong before, multiple times and perhaps he had tried to brush their brotherly relationship off but he was his brother, his found family. now, he needed him.

there was only so much dread that could consume kaeya's tall body. the peaceful sounds of mondstadt no longer soothed him on his walk to the city like it usually did after a commission, no. in fact, it was killing him. he wanted to hold your face in his hands, his breath fanning over your lips as he stares into your hands. he wanted to see that beautiful smile of yours again, the way you roll your eyes at his drinking antics.

what was he supposed to do if you had forgot about him too? amber says you'd taken heavy trauma to the head. amnesia... amnesia is what ruined his life this time? not family issues and abandonment, not a family death and the awful grip of guilt and anger... amnesia. memory loss. something that had so bitterly taken his beloved from him. you'd been the first person kaeya had truly warmed up to since he drifted away from diluc. the first person to see his true sides, to see his sheer raw emotions.

kaeya had had plenty of time to prepare for this endeavour on the way into the city, knowing the chances you'd forgotten him were plenty high with how you'd forgotten the other knights. yet to hear you utter the words "who are you?" with such an innocent look to your face, overridden by confusion, it shattered his heart. his lungs felt like he was suffocating and he almost wanted to choke out 'your partner' into the air but he doesn't.

instead, with the reassuring touch of diluc's calloused hand on his shoulder, kaeya forces a weak smile onto his face, sun kissed skin glowing in the golden light of the sunset that breaks through the open window in your room as he clears his throat to reintroduce himself to you, "i'm kaeya."

his voice cracks, a dead giveaway to those in attendance that he was struggling with the reality of this. because of you, he'd lacked to drink as much on the evenings but now... diluc was already preparing to drag his brother away from the taverns, muttering curses that drinking was not the right coping mechanism. he'd be at his brother's side even if the latter reeked of wine.

kaeya would love you all over again, he'd spend so much time with you it would be suffocating if only it meant you fell in love with him again. a second chance to right his wrongs, to kiss those lips again. you were his, he wasn't going to let you fall into the hands of anyone else. he'd fix this.

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[miumura]

HIS EXPECTED FATE — JUNGWON FF

“ one day, i will stop falling in love with you. ”

PART TWO OF (Y)OUR EXPECTED FATE. ( READ FIRST ? )

SYNOPSIS Jungwon was going to try to move on—he had promised you. But, with his new career choice, he found himself writing books about his past lifetimes with you. As he convinced himself it would help as he could finally “let go”, you just had to come stumbling into his life again…after all, promises are sometimes meant to be broken.

( 🗝️ ) THE PAIRING author!jungwon x fem!reader

𓍼 WARNINGS character death, mentions of injuries (blood), use of petnames (my love + dearest), profanity (barely)

⌞ + ⌝ GENRE doomed immortal x mortal, angst, fluff-ish?

♡⸝⸝ WORD COUNT — 2.6K+ ( 2694 WORDS )

AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY part two is here !! i just loved part one too much so i had to let it get its moment one more time ( yes , we have favs around here !! ) writer jungwon is to DIE FOR and ugh, i just might write a long fic based on that idea SOLELY for my own satisfaction so yeah the wheels r turning in my head as we speak 🤍 but i hope you enjoy ^^

Jungwon should’ve known.

Each step echoes in the hollow corridors of his mind, a haunting reminder of the cruel cycle of fate. Your fragile form lies before him, a mere whisper of the vibrant soul he once knew. "YN!" he cries out, his voice choking with anguish as he gathers you into his trembling embrace.

With his eyes blurred with tears, he notices how you looked up at him, life escaping from you within the minutes, or even seconds you had left.

Through tear-streaked eyes, he watches as your gaze meets his, a bittersweet reflection of love and loss. "Jungwon..." your voice is but a fragile whisper, fading like a distant echo.

“Why are you still smiling?” His voice trembled, his fingers caressing the side of your face as if he was trying to remember every detail about you into his memory.

How could you still smile so beautifully during your final moments?

Searching into your eyes for answers, he notices you trying to speak to him. Yet, instead of words, trickles of blood start escaping your lips, only intensifying the moment. “Take your time, YN…” His voice quivers as he tenderly brushes away the blood that mars your once radiant face.

Looking at your current state, he knew time was no longer a factor. Still, those words spill from his lips, a feeble attempt to offer comfort to both you and himself.

"I'm always here for you, remember?"

"I'm sorry," you murmur, your voice barely audible above the relentless march of time.

As the weight of your apology hangs heavy in the air, Jungwon's heart clenches with a mixture of sorrow and regret. "There's nothing to apologize for," he whispers, his voice barely audible amidst the suffocating silence of impending loss. “I should’ve done more.”

"You've done what you could. I was the stubborn one," you reassure him, your words a soothing balm to his troubled soul.

"I still could've tried harder," he persists, unable to shake the burden of guilt that weighs heavily upon him.

"Stop blaming yourself, my dearest," your pet name pierces through his turmoil, a reminder of the depth of your connection.

How many more times would he hear it before you slipped away?

“Listen, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything you ask, I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, my love.”

“Pursue in something else in your life. Something that isn’t me.”

"How?" Jungwon's tone is laced with uncertainty, his mind grappling with the thought of creating a new path without you by his side. He’d always believed that you were the person he needed to have to live peacefully. But, the more he thought about it, the more he had led himself to the most painful goodbyes he’d forever remember.

"I know you can do it. You've spent so much time searching for me, knowing that I won't remember a single thing about our past lives—isn't that right?" Your words striked something within him, a painful reminder of the futility of clinging to pasts that can never be reclaimed.

"Try to change your fate," you urge, your voice tinged with hope.

"I can't see a life without you—even if you're in different bodies, or lives—I need you," Jungwon confesses, his desperation laid bare for you to see.

"You're..." you cough out, a sudden wave of panic flooding through him. "You're only going to keep hurting yourself."

“But—”

"Jungwon. Please," you implore, your voice barely above a whisper yet filled with unwavering determination.

"Okay," Jungwon concedes, his resolve crumbling in the face of your earnest plea.

"Promise me," you insist, your hand trembling as you extend your pinky towards him, a silent vow of mutual understanding and commitment. Despite your weakened state, your arm strains to support your hand as it reaches out to him.

Jungwon clears his throat, his own hand trembling as he interlocks his pinky with yours. A fleeting smile graces your lips, a final testament to the love that binds your souls together.

"I love you, my dearest," you whisper, your words a tender farewell as the grip of your hand on his begins to loosen.

Tears stream down Jungwon's cheeks uncontrollably as he watches you slip away, the echoes of your parting words resonating within his shattered heart. No matter the amount of lifetimes he has gone through, he could never get familiar with the pain he’d experience when losing you.

The only thing that was different was the thought of him finally wanting to take your advice seriously. After all, he did make one last promise with you.

“I love you too, my love.” he whispers, his voice choked with emotion as he finally surrenders to the overwhelming tide of grief.

“I’ll try my best.”

Sinking into his chair, Jungwon's gaze drifts across the scattered stacks of notebooks adorning his desk. With a flick of his wrist, he switches on the desk lamp, its soft glow casting a comforting aura over the room as he reaches for the nearest notebook within arm's reach.

With pen in hand, he begins to jot down the fragments of ideas swirling in his mind. As the words flow effortlessly onto the paper, he can almost feel the weight of his burdens lifting, if only for a fleeting moment.

Dropping the pen onto the desk, Jungwon stretches his cramped fingers with a small groan, the fatigue of sleepless nights finally catching up to him. Adjusting his posture, he straightens his back and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting words he had written in such a short amount of time.

Writing the last sentence, Jungwon closes the notebook with a sense of accomplishment, a faint smile gracing his lips as he flips through the pages one last time before setting it aside. It was one of the fifth notebooks he had put aside for this book—one of the books he’d spent so much of his time in because you had told him to follow his dreams.

So, he took it to heart, and he seriously never thought he’d be so committed until he finally managed to publish a couple of books of his own.

Finding himself in one of the bookstores, he found himself staring at one of the copies he had made. The countless hours spent hunched over his desk, the sleepless nights fueled by caffeine, and sheer determination had finally paid off.

Stepping closer to the display of his book, Jungwon feels a surge of pride swell within him as he runs his fingers over the glossy cover.

This couldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for your words.

Just as Jungwon is about to place the copy back onto the shelf, a voice startles him from his reverie. "Oh, you like that author too?" The sound of the voice breaks through the silence of the bookstore, drawing his attention to the person standing beside him—a cheerful stranger whose presence catches him off guard.

As he recovers from the sudden startlement, Jungwon's shock only intensifies when he realizes who is standing before him.

It's you.

You've been reincarnated, your familiar presence sending a shiver down his spine.

Quickly averting his gaze, Jungwon feigns casual indifference as he shifts his attention back to the shelves. "I was just curious, that's all," he replies with a slight nod, his heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and longing.

Though he knows that you cannot possibly remember the countless lifetimes you've shared, the mere sight of you was overwhelming him. It was as if you knew, and you were simply mocking him for his misery.

“Oh, cool.” It would’ve been cool if he didn’t happen to bump into you now, especially since he tried his absolute hardest to not go out looking for you again. But, fate seemed to have their plans, and brought you to him like it was nothing.

“I didn’t know they released a new book—did you?”

“I’ve heard about it, that’s why I went to check it out.” he continues, his gaze fixed on the books before him as he struggles to maintain his composure. Despite the casual tone of the conversation, every fiber of his being longs to reach out to you, to hold you close and never let go. But he knows that such desires are futile, destined to remain unfulfilled in the cruel dance of fate.

He can’t fall for you again.

“Mind telling me what you heard about it? I’m quite curious as well,” Jungwon's heart races as you scoot closer to him, his pulse quickening for several reasons. It's been a while since he last saw you, and the sudden proximity is enough to make him feel flustered, a jumble of conflicting emotions swirling within him.

"Well, it's about a knight and a sorcerer," he replies with a bitter smile, carefully masking his true feelings behind a facade of casual indifference. After all, he can't afford to reveal his true identity as the author—not when he's spent so long hiding it from the public, especially for moments like this.

"Is that so?" you hum in response, your curiosity piqued as you peer over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the book in his hands. Jungwon's shoulders tense up, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected interaction. Should he reveal his secret to you, or continue to play along with the charade?

"It's quite different as the male lead is convincing the female lead to stay with him—oh and I forgot to mention, the female lead is a knight," Jungwon remarked, his enthusiasm evident in his tone.

"Wow, that's kind of badass," Jungwon chuckles, momentarily forgetting his unease in the warmth of your reaction.

"She certainly was," he responds almost instinctively, before catching himself with a slight frown. "...from what I heard, that is," he quickly adds, cursing himself for the slip-up. He can't afford to reveal too much, not when his true identity as the author must remain hidden.

"What do you mean he was trying to convince her to stay though? What happened?" you inquire, effortlessly steering the conversation in a new direction. Jungwon feels a wave of relief wash over him at your gentle redirection, grateful for the sudden change.

"Well, since he's immortal, he had finally figured out a way for her to stay," Jungwon recalls, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But, she refused. And even with his pestering, nothing could convince her."

"Yikes—this author hates seeing people happy, huh?" you remark sadly, your empathy for the characters noticeable in your tone. "They always manage to write something sad, I feel bad for the characters."

Jungwon chuckles at your words, though there's a hint of sadness underlying his amusement. It's not that he hates seeing people happy; rather, he's grappling with his own memories, desperately trying to come to terms with the past in order to find solace in the present.

"It seems so," he finally manages to say, his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within him. "But, you know, I haven't read the whole thing. It could have a good ending, who knows," he adds optimistically, though he knows all too well the outcome of that particular fate.

"I like the creativity though, I wouldn't have imagined this," you remark, your admiration for the author's imagination evident in your words. And as Jungwon listens to you speak, he finds himself drawn to the warmth of your presence, fully knowing he shouldn’t be.

He would only hurt himself again.

As silence envelops the room, Jungwon finds himself lost in his thoughts, the weight of his past with you casting a shadow over the present. But then, your voice breaks through the quiet, pulling him back to the present moment.

"I don't blame her though—I would've done the same," you added, your words tinged with understanding and empathy. Jungwon's gaze shifts to you, his heart aching at the familiarity of your smile. It's a bittersweet reminder of the lifetimes they've shared, each one leaving an indelible mark on his soul.

Meeting your gaze, Jungwon is struck by the overwhelming sense of deja vu that washes over him. Your face, so achingly familiar, holds a mirror to his memories—the way your hair falls in gentle waves around your face, the curve of your smile, and the moles that adorned your skin.

Your moles.

As Jungwon's gaze lingers on the moles scattered across your face, he can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia wash over him. Each mole seems to hold a memory, a testament to the countless kisses he had left upon your skin in your previous lives.

The urge to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss each mole floods Jungwon's senses, a longing that was meant to be fulfilled every lifetime. His heart falters, torn between the overwhelming love he feels for you and the bittersweet ache of your shared pasts.

You are just too pretty, he thinks, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to contain the flood of emotions threatening to consume him. In that moment, you are more than just a familiar face—you are a living, breathing reminder of everything he has ever loved and lost.

He knows no matter how many lifetimes may pass, you will always hold a special place in his heart.

"Why?" Jungwon asks, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation as he searches for answers in your words, hoping they will provide solace for the choice you made to leave him in your past life.

"Living on forever doesn't seem like a good thing. It could get boring, so I would understand the female lead's thoughts. After all, not knowing the outcome of your life could only push you to work harder, no?" you respond, your words carrying a wisdom that resonates deeply within him.

"Even if it meant staying with your lover?" he presses, his heart pounding with anticipation as he awaits your response.

"Even if it meant staying with your lover," you affirm, your gaze unwavering as you meet his eyes.

Hearing your words stings, but Jungwon finds himself strangely grateful for the insight they provide into your perspective. They were all too familiar, and it was as if you meant to give him that reminder in every life of yours.

Perhaps he had always viewed love through a narrow lens, assuming that staying together for eternity was the ultimate expression of devotion. But now, as he reflects on your words, he realizes that love is as much about understanding and acceptance as it is about passion and commitment.

"I see," he murmurs softly, the words heavy with resignation yet tinged with a newfound sense of understanding. Maybe, just maybe, he should stop chasing after a love that may never be fully realized. "I understand, thank you."

Just as he is about to turn away, ready to take the first steps towards letting go of his past, he feels a tug on his sleeve—a gentle reminder that some bonds are too strong to be easily broken. Turning back to face you, Jungwon is surprised when you hand him a piece of paper. Confusion flickers across his features as he accepts it, watching as you walk away with a smile.

Opening the paper, his eyes widen in surprise as he reads the number scrawled across it.

"You're cute – call me? :)"

The boldness of your gesture catches him off guard, but a warm feeling spreads through him nonetheless.

Chuckling softly to himself, Jungwon realizes just how much he has missed you. Despite the promise he made to himself to let go, he finds himself unable to resist the temptation of reconnecting with you.

After all, you in your previous life never managed to keep your promises either.

With a sigh, Jungwon inputs the number into his phone, a mix of apprehension and excitement coursing through him. Perhaps, he muses, promises aren't always meant to be kept—at least not when they stand in the way of finding happiness and connection with someone he cares about.

Sending the first text, Jungwon felt like this was bound to happen.

As if it was his expected fate.

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[ forget you ― dan heng & kaeya ] "the day i needed you the most was the day you weren't there at all." cw. gn!reader, angst with no comfort, amnesia, established relationships, mentions of alcohol & drinking (kaeya)

aquamarine's findings. another old blog repost (i'm just getting through all of my old works tbh, just assume it's an old blog repost from here on) // past me said "i'm not sorry" in the notes

DAN HENG didn't quite know what to expect when welt texted him about your situation. his own partner in an accident? he knew that he should have been persistent and gone with you and march 7th. he should have fought to go with you, he should have- he should have done a lot. after a few painstaking days of you being trapped in a comatose state within belobog's hospital with every visitation request denied, dan heng decided that he had more than regrets about this.

he spent his days and evenings restless, pacing his room with every thought rushing through his mind; would you survive? would you hate him? he figured you had every right to despise him. no amounts of time spent with his head in documentation, tracing over booklets of planets and history books regarding the aeons could ease his mind.

dan heng felt guilt, as if he only had himself to blame for standing there so quietly as you and march excitedly announced that you were going to belobog on behalf of himeko. march chimed in that you'd use it more as a shopping trip and whilst you laughed it off, dan heng silently wished he could go just to protect you. you were capable but he was anxious, losing you was the last thing he wanted.

this feeling would eat at him for as long as the doctors tending to you kept rejecting the astral express' visitation requests. he wanted to see you and now it felt as though he had to pay the price - another price... wasn't he paying enough already? his heart could rot from the amount of guilt he withheld inside of him, not daring to utter it to the older members of the crew. it could break his ribs, tear him open but he'd refuse to mention it.

miserable, dark grey clouds covered belobog's usual sunshine, painting the city in a dull appearance that could only match dan heng's numb emotions as the astral express crew navigated the streets of the city, finally on their way to see you. in march's bandaged hands - she'd taken the lesser of the injuries, coming back onboard the express with a few scrapes - was a beautifully wrapped bouquet of flowers, a bittersweet get-well-soon gift in light of the news that they'd receive along with their permission from the doctors; you had amnesia and they were still testing what you remembered from the accident.

he was nervous - no, he was far more than nervous. it showed on his face the moment they all solemnly shuffled into the tight hospital room, grimacing as they brushed against each other to gather around your bed. except there wasn't a form of excitement on your tired face but rather a look of confusion. welt cleared his throat first, eyes darting to look at dan heng's sudden loss of colour that drained from his face.

"they don't remember," he whispers to himself, as if no one else was around him. he takes a moment to lean back on the wall, "they don't remember me."

it takes welt's hand on dan heng's back to guide him out of the room shakily but nothing feels real anymore. all the memories, chaste kisses and moments where dan heng had done more than warm up to you in light of his past and previous life. you remembered none of it, not an ounce of the love he'd grown comfortable enough to give you, nothing.

dan heng's legs feel weak under him as his heart tears apart. perhaps this was a clean slate in terms of his regrets in protecting you, he could have done better and now he has a chance to wipe it all clear for you - you're not angry at him but he knows it's because you simply don't remember what happened.

he'll protect you better this time, more closely and not taking his eyes off of you. maybe one day, he'll tell you about the relationship the two of you shared; the kisses under the stars and the nights curled up together reading your own books. he would still love you. he'd always love you.

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it felt like a fever dream when amber came to find KAEYA while he was on a commission for the knights. he hadn't been drinking on the job when the brunette arrived nor had he consumed any that morning... so how come she was spewing nonsense about you being seriously injured on a commission?

the cherry on the top? you didn't recognise a single person who'd visited you on bedrest. not jean, not barbara, not mika or lisa, not even noelle. and as your partner, kaeya was terrified by that prospect. you saw noelle and jean daily, always in cohorts with them - hell, you would see lisa sometimes more than you saw him, thanks to the busy nature of his rank.

if you didn't remember them without a sliver of recognition, would you remember him? he found it hard to breathe the whole way back to the city of mondstadt with a restless young brunette at his side and - begrudgingly, kaeya hadn't even invited him along - the owner of the dawn winery. diluc was equally as pained to hear of your accident from amber and who was he to not be there during possibly one of the most painful times of his brother's life? he'd done him wrong before, multiple times and perhaps he had tried to brush their brotherly relationship off but he was his brother, his found family. now, he needed him.

there was only so much dread that could consume kaeya's tall body. the peaceful sounds of mondstadt no longer soothed him on his walk to the city like it usually did after a commission, no. in fact, it was killing him. he wanted to hold your face in his hands, his breath fanning over your lips as he stares into your hands. he wanted to see that beautiful smile of yours again, the way you roll your eyes at his drinking antics.

what was he supposed to do if you had forgot about him too? amber says you'd taken heavy trauma to the head. amnesia... amnesia is what ruined his life this time? not family issues and abandonment, not a family death and the awful grip of guilt and anger... amnesia. memory loss. something that had so bitterly taken his beloved from him. you'd been the first person kaeya had truly warmed up to since he drifted away from diluc. the first person to see his true sides, to see his sheer raw emotions.

kaeya had had plenty of time to prepare for this endeavour on the way into the city, knowing the chances you'd forgotten him were plenty high with how you'd forgotten the other knights. yet to hear you utter the words "who are you?" with such an innocent look to your face, overridden by confusion, it shattered his heart. his lungs felt like he was suffocating and he almost wanted to choke out 'your partner' into the air but he doesn't.

instead, with the reassuring touch of diluc's calloused hand on his shoulder, kaeya forces a weak smile onto his face, sun kissed skin glowing in the golden light of the sunset that breaks through the open window in your room as he clears his throat to reintroduce himself to you, "i'm kaeya."

his voice cracks, a dead giveaway to those in attendance that he was struggling with the reality of this. because of you, he'd lacked to drink as much on the evenings but now... diluc was already preparing to drag his brother away from the taverns, muttering curses that drinking was not the right coping mechanism. he'd be at his brother's side even if the latter reeked of wine.

kaeya would love you all over again, he'd spend so much time with you it would be suffocating if only it meant you fell in love with him again. a second chance to right his wrongs, to kiss those lips again. you were his, he wasn't going to let you fall into the hands of anyone else. he'd fix this.

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[eddiebrockrambles]

My thoughts on Venom 3:

Warning, spoilers!

I liked it, but there’s a ‘but’.

So. I loved the first half. The dog scene was fantastic! And felt very true to them. The knocking people out part seemed a bit against Eddie’s morals, but was alright. The introduction of other symbiotes was cool. Seeing more of a focus on scientists and Jim as being imoortant characters —not just bodies— was really nice. And horse and FISH VENOM were EPIC!

I loved the ‘Space Oddity’ part, the Van family, and how you could see that Eddie was too hyper vigilant and dissociative to really be able to connect to the ‘fun’ aspects the others were enjoying. It was really bittersweet and made me feel strongly about his arc ending up where they can be happy together, even if it’s after some gnarly things, and even if the threats aren’t entirely gone. This was poignant and could have developed nicely.

But. Compared to the other two, and especially the first, I found the Knull plot to be too large scale, detracting from the two of them. The first film was like an Alien film, rooted in science. It was captivating to me, and an awesome take. I loved the interplay between the characters. Then they made it more like ‘purple man with gemstones and magic’ and maybe if it were directed by Guillermo Del Toro it would have worked, but to me, the based-in-science thing felt more like ‘them’. The Knull thing feels like sloppy writing, and a cop-out.

The Codex didn’t fully make sense, the xenophages were ‘Mary Sue’ characters, it didn’t feel like venom really died (which I’m very glad about, be it cockroach or viral shedding, but just wasn’t as emotive as I expected), the latter half lost the grit and feeling of ‘Eddie and Venom’, the montage music was an awful choice, and the Statue of Liberty scene lacked any real depth.

They coulda taken it further with the grittiness and showed how broken down Eddie would feel. They could have had more of Eddie asking ‘why’ than just going along with Venom’s decision to sacrifice himself. They could have hidden the codex and found weaknesses. They could have had a smaller scale threat, but still uniting humans and symbiotes.

They could even have worked with former ‘Life foundation’ employees to find a way to defeat the xenophages, and explored the conflicting feelings they’d have. They coulda experimented on Eddie. They could have interrogated him or all set out a clear plan. Tom Hardy’s acting is amazing and there were so many routes they could have taken to showcase it.

They needed to fuck off with the production queer baiting and have actually given us some solid romance and moments of closeness for the two of them. Even just Venom reassuring Eddie in a way we haven’t seen before.

The latter half just felt lackluster. There were great elements to it, but the montage and magical or occult elements dampened it for me.

Maybe I just feel like they deserved a PG16/18/R rating, given how beautifully intense and gritty this film could have been.

Venom 2018 captured it wonderfully.

[akutasoda]

hair hold's memories

synopsis - a fleeting memory that can only be memorialized in the locks that flowed freely

includes - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, very angstyyy, comfort, bittersweet, mentions of blood and harm, experimentation??, wc - 1.2k

a/n: what was a conversation about braiding boothill's hair with a friend turned into a drabble and now this...

taglist - @teddirika @frankiesteinn

many things changed for boothill so quickly and without much of a warning. one moment the cold darkness of relief consumed his body, clouding his vision and holding him close in an attempt to swallow him whole as he desperately writhed and struggled to be set free and embarced by death's cold hands - but he could still feel the overwhelming terror and anxiety swelling up in his cold body. the next moment, the smell of iron and char accompanied by the whirring of machinery awoke him from his cold dead slumber.

his body was no longer his, his heart, his feelings no longer felt like a comforting shell. instead they felt like a bitter reminder of his cruel fate that he had no say in, he died but he wasn't allowed to have the rest that should've come to someone passed. the doctor had done what he wanted with a body that wasn't his nor was it really the recipients anymore - taken the coldness and flurry of emotions in the shell of a man and immortalised it into a machine.

sometimes he doesn't know whether that doctor was playing a cruel joke at his expense or was attempting to do good by granting him his life back - the latter seemed even worse as it would've been a selfish act on the expense of someone else. for a while he couldn't look himself in a mirror, his body was a constant reminder of his mistakes and failures and it forced him to live out the rest of his life as someobdy else. sometimes he wished to tear his metallic joins from the equally metallic limbs and bring himself back to the embrace of darkness but he didn't even know if that would be possible anymore. maybe the blue blood would laugh at him pitifully as he now wished for it to flow a crimson red - the same crimson red that flowed freely out of his body as he faded to darkness.

maybe the doctor thought he could help fix boothill's mind by leaving his head attached to his new body. the cold metal a stark contrast to the warm supple skin of his face that became colder day by day. the only part of him that could feel something, anything that would be his kast bastion of hope in convincing himself that he was still human - even if he always went back on his words.

as a human boothill had long hair - it grew very quickly and he enjoyed having it flow freely as it reached his hips. the black and white strands would fall to frame his face beautifully, sometimes even picturesque as it carries on the winds that he could reach out and feel. now the cold metal toyed with the strands that stayed the same, no matter how much hair he could grab he could no longer feel it and he felt it only highlighted the contrast between his human and mechanical features instead of the soft dips and curves of his facial features.

he felt numb as he traced his remaining human feature with his metal hands, he couldn't feel anything anymore. he would be sentenced to always remember his past and feel a bitter resentment to the human body he once called his own. boothill swore to preserve his remaining human features in honour of the man he used to be - never to forget despite the pain those memories caused.

they say hair holds memories and he believed that. after his body was turned he never cut his hair, he was technically dead and his hair wouldn't grow the way it used to. it was a part of his old body that could stay the same, it didn't fall out nor did it grow and so if he preserved it, it could become a permanent comfort of knowing he was once human. boothill looked after his hair diligently as if anything happened to it he knew he'd lose another part of himself that would be replaced - making him less of him and more the cruel experiment he was.

'are you sure you want to go ahead with this?' you stared at him with a seriousness etched into your concerned face. it wasn't long ago that boothill had come up to uncharacteristically unsure of himself and rather nervous asking you for your help with something. 'yeah im sure, damn joints aren't working as well as they should' boothill let out a rather shaky sigh that almost went unnoticed - it was true, his metallic joints weren't agreeing with him after his last mission but he needed to keep his upkeep of his hair, he wanted to preserve it to the best of his ability.

you knew how much this meant to him, idly running your hands through his hair you noticed how he relaxed into your touch - his hair and his head were the only remaining parts that could feel human touch. he always enjoyed it when you would run your hands through his hair, as long as you promised to be gentle, it gave him a sense of normality that always seemed so foreign. you knew that this was a sacred part of his body and you wanted to help him as best you could when he asked for you to help give his hair a quick clean.

no amount of words could ever get him to even like his metal body, not even your compliments.

'alright then, lay your head across then' you said and he quickly obliged laying his head on your lap and letting his hair hang down the overside of your lap. you made a slow and gentle pace as you began to carefully clean his hair for him and you noticed how he closed his eyes - in fear or contentment you don't know. you noticed his eyes barely moved and so you figured he wouldn't mind if you wove a small touch into his hair - a small braid that could hang loose. eventually you finished with his hair out and began to carefully sort it, once you were done you placed a small kiss to his forehead.

he opened his eyes to be met with you smiling back at him and his toothy grin worked it's way across his face and he sat up just for you to place his cowboy hat back atop his head. you knew how precious his hair was to him, it was part of what remained from his original body and he never wanted to lose it - keeping it at it's original length in pristine condition. you knew especially how much he trusted you just by allowing you to do this for him.

boothill was both a machine and a human. no matter how confident he seemed there would still be moments of weakness and realisation of his fate that had been decided for him and he never thought he would let someone see that from him. but here you where because at the end of the day he was your lover and you were his. his lover who made him feel whole again.