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“Never?” He repeated.
“What? Does that surprise you, Doc?”
Ratio tried to process everything, Aventurine just pulled the stem off of the cherry like it meant nothing, then it placed it between his teeth. “It’s not that groundbreaking, is it? I mean,” His eyes watched as it kept poking between his lips, before he continued. “If I just do it for work, then who really cares if I finish or not.”
“But Gambler,” He could feel himself get grey hairs because of him, “You do it all the time. For work.”
Aventurine shrugged, “I don't think I'm missing out much. Like, don't get me wrong. I’ve gotten close a few times but why waste my own time, yaknow?” Right as he finished speaking Aventurine spit the tied cherry stem into his martini glass. “I wouldn't want it becoming a bad habit now, would I.”
Or; Dr. Ratio helps Aventurine have an orgasm.
Series
- Part 1 of doctors with benefits
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23 Dec 2025
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Ratio took it upon himself-- he multitasked and continued to suck while loosening Aventurine’s grip on the blanket, and placed the man’s hands into his hair again. His fingers practically melted into the touch, threading thoroughly as he instantly started pulling him closer. It felt nice, being needy like this.
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Reki is insecure about his lack of kissing experience. Langa just wants to help him feel like he's good enough, even if teaching Reki to kiss means breaking his own heart.
(yet another practice kissing au)
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27 Nov 2025
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how do i not have this bookmarked already omg
For a moment Langa couldn’t breathe; he didn’t dare open his eyes. God. He had made such an embarrassing sound, such a horrible sound, but Reki still didn’t pull away. His fingers made soothing circles on Langa’s jaw as he kissed him again, chaste and sweet, just their lips against each other again like he knew he had overwhelmed Langa and was trying to say he was sorry.
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Langa closed his eyes, listening to Reki’s breathing until it had evened out all the way, into a deep sleep. Then, finally, Langa allowed himself to kiss him one more time, on the knuckles, right where Reki had bitten them.
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As Aventurine digested the words, Ratio looked at him for a reaction, “These… bugs, they’re trying mate but they keep releasing a chemical that's killing them.”
“Their own pheromones. Yes.”
“You were glowing because…”
Ratio’s frown deepened, an embarrassed expression trying to take over his face. But, Ratio managed to keep his composer nonetheless.
“I… tripped.”
Or; Aventurine drives Dr. Ratio up the mountainside for his expedition to study the effects of aphrodisiac production from an invasive species--that causes things to go south, very quickly.
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21 Nov 2025
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Such a lucid feeling, not being fully in control of his body. Ratio was so gentle with him, and that's what was scaring him the most. The good doctor was only a friend, his only friend, he’s never even made advances towards Aventurine before. Yet it felt like free falling. This… dream his mind was fabricating for him, it was engulfing any other rational thought he's had about the other man. A deep part of him knew he craved something about Ratio, but like this? Aventurine knew he wanted to feel softer, he wanted to be held, he wanted to be important.
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the talk after the earthquake by spinecrickets
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
17 Nov 2025
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Phoenix and Edgeworth have a talk after the earthquake.
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18 Nov 2025
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Phoenix Wright kisses like he bluffs - with total, reckless commitment
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Stained hands. Hands that breach a gap thicker than quicksand to connect.
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15 Oct 2025
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An Alhaitham who is buried in himself, struck by the lightning that is the noise and colour of the everyday world: he twists the cord of his headphones around his finger, turning and turning.
The Cyno who sits beside him in silent companionship: he systematically replaces the backs on each card in his deck, as stolid as a Geo construct.
The Kaveh who is, at once, wounded by Alhaitham’s retreat: they shear away from him like a collapsing cliff, because hurt is hurt and inflicts itself without consideration.
The Tighnari who is torn between the world of Collei’s Akademiya scholarship and the stress of his complicated family: he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, turning to the safety of his greenhouse.
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Foolish hands. Hands that smack away the gifts and well-wishes of others, when the pain overwhelms.
It is Kaveh whose tears dot and blur the script on her blueprints. It is Kaveh who cannot hold back his wail of frustration, crumpling the paper between his hands and casting it out the window.
It is Cyno whose blood irrevocably stains the ends of his headpiece. It is Cyno, losing himself to work; it is Cyno, destroying himself through work, chasing a dream of justice that will never come true.
It is Tighnari whose shaking fingers grip the records left by Karkata’s first master. It is Tighnari who harms himself by turning to the stone-cold past, reading again and again words that do not change.
It is Alhaitham whose messy corners stoke furious arguments. It is Alhaitham who descends into heavy silence, forgetting even the warmth once offered by his grandmother.
Giving hands. Hands, turned away, coming back again to offer something perfectly unwavering.
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Three sharp knocks punctuate the pitter-patter of the rain outside. Strange. Ratio isn’t expecting any deliveries or guests at this hour. He peers through the peephole and freezes.
Three long years after his disappearance in Penacony, Aventurine stands at Ratio’s doorstep with a casual, lopsided grin.
Unthinkable. Unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Numb fingers open the door before caution can intervene. Aventurine, the eternal outlier, opens his mouth.
“Schrödinger looked in the box; I live.”
Or:
History Fictionologist!Aventurine
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31 Aug 2025
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tapped out, nothing left to talk about by beefwellington
Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100
19 Jan 2019
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When Serizawa and Reigen are at a bar one night, Reigen comes out as trans when he's drunk.
Serizawa tries to talk him into coming out when sober and tell him he's also trans.Series
- Part 1 of all of this turbulence wasn't forecasted
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21 Aug 2025
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Thank you,” Reigen says, turned towards the wall, before his head back to face Serizawa. “I think your name is perfect, too.”
Serizawa smiles but he hunches his shoulders in embarrassment at the compliment.
And maybe now, in Spirits and Such at not-quite-lunch o’clock, would be the perfect time to say it, to just open his mouth just say -
“I’m trans.”
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“I think I’d like that,” Serizawa says, pausing as Reigen takes his hands off his face quickly. “To… do those things; remind you to take off your binder, or when your shots are.”
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this is the sun's reflection (what i know you do not say) by GStK
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
12 Apr 2023
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and if you could make yourself into a house to keep all the world’s sadness, you would.
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14 Aug 2025
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inside of you is a castle. your ribcage is the museum. beneath your lungs lies the mausoleum.
here you keep alive the memory of feeling. the storm of it. statues. sculptures. worshipful spires.
and somewhere inside your emptiness is a heart;
and somewhere inside that heart is a heart.
Notes : "heart inside the heart" aka the true self that he tried to hide so much its shield became a copy? Hmmm
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what do you think of our bodies curled together?
four people, together, make one home. a home
where you can forget the days’ agonies
where you can love, and forever.
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14 Aug 2025
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you are what i imagine heaven looks like:
a river that never stops flowing. the resting place
for discarded ambition, for the times
we once loved each other, in spite.
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perhaps this is the storm overhead at long last dissipating by GStK
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
04 Jun 2023
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You still don’t know what you are, but you know we are
Compatible, simpatico, sand to shore to wave.
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14 Aug 2025
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I want a home shaped by your hands
And an alcove where no one can find me.
I know what’s within you shines brilliantly.
You don’t know what’s inside of me, and that scares you.
I might never settle your heart. But I will be here through it all.
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then she is upon him, her scent first (the passion of lips pressed to spirits) and her laughter (like a gold-plated bell rung long enough that the silver is starting to show through) and then her warmth.
she does not permit him his isolation or his exile. he cannot tear his eyes away from her, so he never looks to her at all.
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14 Aug 2025
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how he can’t tear his eyes away from her so he spends sleepless nights watching the moon instead. while the rest of the alcor sleeps, he flits his fingers at the fish coasting alongside the ship. eventually, they will offer up their lives to nourish the fleet. until then, they chase freedom against him, alongside him, all the way through him.
she does not permit him his isolation or his exile. he cannot tear his eyes away from her, so he never looks to her at all.
but when her arms reach around him, settling into the peaks of his ribs and caressing his heart, he leans back into her.
such is the way she brings him down without a word.
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trauma makes the body pray.
when he is open underneath her, the illusion of composure falls apart. after the fall leaves are stripped of him and he is only gauze and ghostly skin, his scars stand out like punctures in a mirror.
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14 Aug 2025
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trauma makes the body prey.
beidou recalls, one by one, the lacerations scarred over her body as lightning strikes open the void.
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trauma makes the body pray.
when he is open underneath her, the illusion of composure falls apart.
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House and Wilson share a hotel room at a medical conference. Read on for goofy acronyms, endless banter, horny middle-aged men, and more!
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05 Aug 2025
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“Don’t be gentle,” House spat.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is. Stop it.”
“Or what?” Wilson pressed an open-mouthed kiss above House’s heart and House wished his hand didn’t automatically sink into Wilson’s hair to keep him pressed there. So many traitorous appendages acting up right now.
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Reigen never planned on having kids. His relationships have always been short and shallow, he doesn't really care for the idea of marriage (except for the tax breaks), and that's without even considering his lack of interest in women. Reigen can barely take care of himself half the time. The point is, he’d make a terrible parent.
Letting Teruki stay on his spare futon after the kid’s apartment was destroyed during the Claw attack was an impulse decision. Reigen never had any illusions that he was a good guy, but he wasn’t such an asshole that he’d let a fourteen-year-old stay on the streets alone. They'd find Teru's parents any day now, and everything would go back to normal. Teru's lack of concern over their whereabouts was weird, but surely no parent in their right mind would ever leave their kid on his own without even a phone call to let him know they were alive.
Right?
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Bookmarked by Yandytch
27 Jul 2025
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“Don’t worry,” Reigen says, with way more conviction than he’s really feeling. “I’m not just going to take off. I’ll be here no matter what happens.”
Can he really promise that? Is that really something he can say with certainty? Reigen’s life is a series of commitment issues and instability. He doesn’t have the experience and knowledge someone taking such a serious role in a kid’s life should have. Almost everything he knows he had to teach himself, half of his skills remnants of rapidly changing interests, with no support network aside from a group of middle schoolers and an ex-terrorist, and self-hatred that pervades his thoughts at the very idea of commitment. He’s inevitably going to screw this up. But he can’t say that.
This time is going to be different, he promises himself despite the hundreds of uncertainties screaming at him to find a way out. This time he’s going to see this through to the end.
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He and his chair are enveloped in a transparent iridescent bubble he recognizes after a few seconds as Serizawa’s. He focuses past the barrier he can see Serizawa calmly talking with a client near the door. Reigen can’t hear a word they’re saying even though they’re less than ten feet away, and it takes him a moment to realize that was most likely the purpose behind the barrier. It’s completely silent here, no humming of the ventilation system or murmuring sounds of the other businesses in the building. He’s been encased in a soundproof little space almost definitely designed to let him continue sleeping.
Reigen reaches out and lightly places the tips of his fingers to the barrier’s surface. It ripples lightly at his touch, shimmering outwards like ripples in a still pond. His hand passes harmlessly through it, reforming itself when he pulls his hand back inside.
It’s beautiful.
It almost physically hurts, this genuine kindness after everything that’s been happening. The stress in Reigen’s life has been building slowly like a geyser waiting to erupt without much of a reprieve ever since the Claw attack. Everything’s been changing so rapidly.
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Serizawa stares at the pavement, eyebrows tightly knitted together .“If you ever need to talk… um, I’d be happy to listen, Reigen-san. You’ve done so much for me, it would be the least I could do. Not that it would be a bother! I just, uh, I just wanted to offer.”
“Thanks, Serizawa. Sometime soon I might take you up on it.” And Reigen is surprised to find that he means it.
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why do you extend so much charity to others
and refuse to believe they could love you?
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09 Jul 2025
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easy to sling insults in the face of frustration
pretending it doesn’t mean that much to you.
hard to say, please, i need this,
to hold your arms open for the hug you crave.
easy to make yourself small in the wake
of your parents.
hard to discard the words
yes, i’m fine. really.
you deserve better than your own performance.
you’re scared. every day, you’re terrified.
you’re not your body. your mind. not even your buildings.
you’re more than that.
let your legacy be kisses on wrists
laughter bouncing off the walls of lambad’s tavern
and the family you chose for yourself.
there’s romance in these passing days
so set aside your exhaustion for an evening
and settle against them, every day,
different versions of the people who hold you beloved
who will be loved by you.
here is the truth:
you cannot escape this world unloved.
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A moment of warmth within the water without worry.
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30 Jun 2025
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His hands drop from the Gambler’s face, dropping below the surface of the water. Tentatively, he feels the other’s ribs, stomach, his waist, his back, the spine and scapula and muscle that ripples beneath the skin. He rests his palms carefully, and the Gambler tilts his head.
Warm. The warmest hands, warmest gaze, warmest feeling. Warm, lovely, dearest Kakavasha.
Veritas feels his eyes flutter shut when warm lips find his forehead, then the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, his mouth, his chin. Kakavasha finds every cold, exposed spot and brings warmth in every measure.
“You’re very warm,” Veritas murmurs.
Kakavasha laughs against his skin. “That’s good. You are, too.” With that, he tips them back and presses his lips against Veritas’ forehead as the water comes over their heads.
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For now, with the moon quietly rising above their heads and the water dappled with its reflection, he splashes and chases and is kissed and his face held within warm hands with little worry. It is endlessly warm.
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We should never shed the thorns embedded in ourselves, for if we did
We would not fit together the same.
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29 Jun 2025
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I want your touch without touch.
(The sigh of your voice, and, when my thoughts are screaming desperately
Your hands moving in patient Sign.)
I want your love without love.
(A thing like autumn moving into winter. Unknowable outside of itself.
The feeling that grabs you all at once, imparting a fast and certain
I love who I am, and this. )
I want you without yourself,
(Which is to say)
The person who sheds her confidence like layers at night
(I have loved you for so long)
Falling into truth with their beautiful grin.
(You have transformed me.)
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They kissed maybe the third or fourth time they met. Slept together the time after that. That was the first time. The second came soon after that, then the third, fourth, fifth.
Their formula was quick and rough. They weren’t kind to each other. They weren’t gentle. Aventurine liked it that way. He was content with it, he was, but now Ratio is soft with him, and Aventurine likes that so much more. It’s terrifying.
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Ratio is in love. Aventurine is so, so scared of that.Series
- Part 2 of medians
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28 Jun 2025
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In the morning, it’s a sensation in his fingertips. It’s sunlight slipping in through the curtains. It’s Ratio’s stupid sleeping face. His eyelashes. The crack in his lower lip.
Aventurine gets out of bed first.
The sun has risen, but only barely. It’s cold, but only a little bit. Aventurine is used to worse. He curls his hands over the cool railing and takes a breath deep enough to make his lungs ache. He exhales. He closes his eyes and he thinks about so many things.
Hair like his, eyes like his, smiles like his. Roasted apples. Sticky fingers, lost teeth. Tired, fond sighs. Hands ruffling his hair. Voices singing to him night after night. Calling him Kakavasha. Teaching him words and songs and stories. Guiding him by the hand. Holding him.
He folds his arms over the railing and ducks his head into them, breathing, hiding from the world. Why is this terrifying? Why does this almost hurt? It shouldn’t, he knows it shouldn’t, and yet, and yet.
The sound of a screen door sliding open. Footsteps. A warm hand on his shoulder.
“It’s cold,” says Aventurine’s greatest fear. “You’ll make yourself ill. Come back inside.”
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Veritas hadn't even tried to stop Aventurine from pulling him in by the chain at his chest and kissing him hard and biting. That had been his first lapse in judgment. The second came soon after, then the third, fourth, fifth.
Sex creates idiots. Veritas knows this well. He wishes he knew how to stop himself. He doesn't want to stop at all. Aventurine is far too good at pushing his buttons. Making him stupid. Making him care. They meet again in less than a week.
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Aventurine reacts strangely to gentleness. Veritas cares entirely too much.Series
- Part 1 of medians
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23 Jun 2025
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At some point, it becomes habit. Aventurine pushes. Veritas pushes back, but he's never... mean, exactly. The first time they sleep together, Aventurine tells him it's because you're a bitch, but at least you treat me like I'm human. He said that in passing. A laugh between bruises. Veritas has never really stopped thinking about it.
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Am I not allowed to want to treat you gently?""No! No one wants that, No one has ever wanted that! Why would you—"
"I do!" Veritas shouts, slamming his hand into the door beside Aventurine's shoulder. Aventurine goes silent, staring, just staring. Veritas lets out a breath and lets his hand fall, straightening up. "I do," he repeats, calmer. "I have."
He leans back, smoothing his hands down Veritas' front to fix the rumpled cloth. "Good one, Doctor," he says. "You're funny, but you don't mean that. You—"
"Aventurine!" Veritas slams him into the door by the shoulders, watching him wince, watching him get angry again, because it seems that roughness is the only thing Aventurine knows how to respond to, how to process, how to believe in. He goes quiet. His eyes flit over Veritas' face, searching, studying.
"You're serious," he says, and the fight slips out of him at once.
His eyes are tired. Cracks all over his facade. Aventurine has stopped pretending. He is tired and hurt.
Veritas thumbs a line across his cheek. "You're so sure of that," he says. Fond, frustrated. "Why are you so sure of that? Where's your evidence?"
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What’s the point of money, if not to enjoy delicious food?
(Or: Xiangling and Varesa have similar tastes.)
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22 Jun 2025
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And Varesa’s voice, small, when the lights are out:
‘I’ve tried not to be selfish. I don’t know what I want.’
Xiangling, into her shoulder, legs tangled with Varesa’s:
‘I dunno what I am outside of my father’s legacy.’
The two of them reach out, reaching for each other, finding understanding through words they have never uttered aloud before.
Xiangling is a bright, burning star. Varesa wants to bask in her rays, always.