#james x will

[laur-the-cat-prince]

[leah-sz]

Dark Rise, C.S Pacat

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[justapastetic-humanbeing]

'Person of power x Person of powers favorite' ship has a chokehold on me and I need more.

[starsstardust]

Gentle reminder that C.S. Pacat got away with a very explicit sex scene disguised as a magic exchange in a YA novel.

(wdym push harder???)

[leastrife]

James being super protective of Will when he thinks Will was being hurt by Howell and James being terrified of Will getting hurt and still seeing him as an innocent who’s naïve and not thoughtful about things and wants to protect that, wants to protect Will

Meanwhile Will keeps thinking he’s actually terrible, that if anyone found out about him they’d turn on him, that even James would leave him, that James has every right to for the deceit, and feeling like he’s terrible for feeling the way he does towards James due to the actions of Sacrean

Ahhhhhh

I’m so fine about this guys I promise

[will80sbyers]

Will's bisexual panic constantly fighting with his am I becoming evil panic help

[bluegreenpurple-writesandreads]

Nicholas x Seiji: Golden retriever x Black cat

Damen x Laurent: German Shepard x Black cat

Will x James: Calico cat x Black cat

[gildedgaze]

UGH i miss captive prince—chains and whips still excite me.

[aurorawest]

Ok I got to the part of Dark Rise with the unicorn horn and it is now Officially Gay™.

"You could stick it in again."

He sure could, James...he sure could.

[schroedingers-faggot]

in honor of pride month have these bitches being gay

[laur-the-cat-prince]

angst. so much angst.

[leah-sz]

Dark Rise, C.S Pacat

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[dubutokkinya]

The Holy Grail

There was no space left between them, there was nothing that could separate them, nor could the voices of the rest of the world reach them; there at the top of their world were just the two of them. The rules no longer existed, nor the codes, guilt and fear had been left so far behind that the road seemed impossibly long. There were only two who would not have to be saved again, the noise of the world had stopped and finally, now between those arms, there was only peace. He felt Will's hands slide over his body as if he had always known the way back home, as if he himself had always been that home. Instinctively he almost closed his eyes, but he forced himself not to do, he wanted to see him, he wanted to record each of the gestures on Will's face in his memory, he wanted to retain them there as an eternal image, as something that he would never again see. as something that he would never abandon. He wanted to feel that there was something good in him, something beyond the remnants of a past that no matter what he did would always haunt him. He wanted to get lost in those enormous black eyes, he wanted to sink into that sea of darkness and feel that the further he got from the light, the freer and more he could be. He wanted to be only James in his arms, not the traitor, not Anharion, not the reborned, he wanted to be his, only his and no one else's. 'Do it' he asked, swallowing hard and feeling his cheeks turn red. Will didn't answer him. He wondered what things were running through his mind, what he was thinking. There above him, his knight-errant, the perfect hero, the savior. Looking at him as if he were the only one capable of seeing beyond the labels that the world had imposed on him, him always being himself, more than anyone else, being able to devour fears as if nothing were impossible for him. James reached out and caressed Will's face very carefully, almost without touching him, as if he was afraid that touching him, with his fingers, might corrupt him in some way. And yet, although he did not want to infect him with what he could never avoid, he wanted to take him away, immerse him in the darkness next to him, make him as his own. He watched as Will's hands moved to his neck and swallowed again. 'Do it,' he begged her with a whimper. And Will did it. He clung to his neck as the only collar he really wanted to be possessed by. His grip was strong, determined and sure. His hands were warm, so different from James's, always cold. Will squeezed and the air got stuck in his throat, he opened his lips to try to breathe and between the gap because he must have passed the air a moan escaped him. James couldn't stop looking at him, lost in those two beautiful, deep dark spheres that Will had for eyes. He wanted to stop breathing, he wanted to get lost between the conscious and the unconscious of that dirty and forbidden sensation, the limbo between the living and the dead, between good and bad, the place where, perhaps both had always belonged.

He wanted to tell him everything that perhaps no one had ever told him, he wanted to hear it, he wanted to be selfish, to corrupt him, to take everything good and holy that was in Will and make it his own. Because there was no doubt, James was Will's, he was his, only his, every part of his body wanted him, every part of his mind begged him, every deepest corner of his essence, even those he had not yet met, those hiding they were shouting for Will. He felt that Will, he, was the cure for all evil, he was the end of the road. He could no longer speak, the grip on his neck was getting stronger, but the strange sensation between sweet and painful was becoming addictive. He would have laughed if he could, in the end everyone was right, he was rotten, he was a perverted masochist and, although it was strange, he didn't feel bad, because feeling the warmth of Will's fingers getting stuck in his neck would never stop him. felt so alive. He wanted to tell him not to stop doing it, that in part, he wanted a punishment, but he didn't say it, he didn't need to. And when Will leaned in, when it was the golden boy's lips that landed on his and the grip on his neck dissipated, the air escaped him in a muffled moan against the other's skin. 'Kiss Me' He asked, but Will didn't. He stood still, a few millimeters from his lips, with his gaze focused on something far beyond him, as if with those night eyes he were capable of devouring the past.

[starsstardust]

Ao3 writers. Dark Heir has got the whole Dark/Light + Blonde/Black hair thingy. A literal Collar is at the centre of the whole chaos. It has the reborn thing going. Not even mentioning the whole book is a dom/sub undertone (overtonesss!) And they literally had a whole magic sex scene in a YA book along with "is that an order?" "Would you like that, an order?" It canonically has a chastity trope. And I'm in no way even coming near that whole throne room scene both present and past with the leash and link. What more do we NEEDDDD?? why are there only 60 fics and more than half of them are before Dark Heir? Ah i need to pick up my keyboard and start writing.

[mischievous-thunder]

What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024

This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.

As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.

[will80sbyers]

Katherine and James being both blondes and looking so alike that people mistake James for her... because Will has a type HELPPPP