Precise_Jellyfish
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Jesse closes his eyes and he is not at home anymore.
He is not alone.
Jesse is in a large, open room with a high ceiling full of exposed wooden beams and what looks like straw mats spread out on the floor. Some of the walls are solid, others are made of paper. Words come to Jesse to unbidden like memories that aren’t his own. Dojo. Tatami. Shoji. The characters on the pillars are kanji.
Jesse is in Japan. Parts of him, anyway.
There are people lingering along the edges of the room. There are two figures in the center, one of them older with his eyes flashing eerie red, black hair greying at his temples. In front of him is a boy about Jesse’s age— seventeen. Eighteen, maybe. He’s kneeling with his eyes downcast, long hair pulled up into a messy bun, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His clothes are hanging down off his left shoulder to expose an intricate tattoo, dragons and storm clouds and lightning in blue and grey and gold.
He’s beautiful like nothing Jesse has ever seen, a tangle of contradictions. He looks delicate.
He looks powerful.
He’s breathtaking and he’s afraid and oh, fuck.
He’s Jesse’s.
Bookmarked by Asren (Precise_Jellyfish)
28 May 2020
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Set during Overwatch's hayday, the threesome everyone wanted (or at least I know I did).
Bookmarked by Asren (Precise_Jellyfish)
17 May 2020
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“Ain't your boy,” Jesse replies, but he lowers his six-shooter and slides it back into his thigh holster. He’ll clean it back at his bunk. He doesn't shrug out from under Reyes’s hand, but he doesn't look at him either.
(Gabriel falls into bed beside Jack, pushes his nose right into his neck and says, “I want him.”
Jack says, “We’ll have him.”)
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16 May 2020
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He slides off the bed with a fluidity that Jesse just loves to watch. He wishes he could mimic it, in combat and in life. Reyes shuffles towards the closet, kicks his fatigues off and pulls sweatpants on. He's real pretty.
Jesse sits up against the headboard, draws his knees up and rests his chin on them like a kid. Watches. Reyes tugs his day-old undershirt off, and Jesse says, “Don't put a clean one on.” His voice lilts up like it might be a question, but Reyes smiles at him and it's good, it's so good.
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16 May 2020
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☛ in which i write junkrat and roadhog get comfortable with one another
Junkrat was on his back, blinking up at the stars when he heard the sounds of a raiding party in the distance. It had to be a raiding party. He knew that the whoops and calls and the revving of engines only meant one thing. They were still a ways off and not likely to find them in the dark of the night, but that didn't stop him from worrying.
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16 May 2020