8 Works by marblepothos
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There is blood in his veins, air in his lungs, and a gnawing on his heart that gets heavier and heavier with every passing second.
He is alive. He survived. And he can’t help but weep.
or: luka's life post-karma, and an unexpected glimmer of hope.
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“Oh,” Sunday peeks out from behind the door and looks down. “And who might this be?”
You have to recognize me! Aventurine tries to say, but all that comes out is a series of high-pitched mrows and meows.
Sunday opens the door wider. “Are you lost?”or: aventurine turns himself into a cat in hopes of making sunday smile. a silly fic inspired by the new catventurine merch
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“What’s your name, pretty boy?”
“...Sunday Oak.”
“Alright, Mr. Sunday Oak,” The blond says, his voice warm and sly. His hand reaches down to grab something from his pocket. “How about we do a coin flip? Heads, I win and I take you out there for a dance. Tails, you win and we part ways for the rest of the night. Deal?”
or: sunday gets dragged to the club. and then promptly gets dragged to the dance floor.
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Sunday’s mind starts to grow fuzzy, his body on the verge of floating from the fragments of praise and proximity, the promise that he’ll be able to let go and have his lover tend to his needs. He can’t fathom how lucky he is that he’s found someone he trusts completely, who knows him, his body, and mind inside and out.
or: sunday had a rough week, so aventurine services him with praise
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It hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts.
This is what he deserves, and it hurts.or: sunday deals with chronic pain from his lack of wings. aventurine is there to help.
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Right before he moves from the bed, a hand grips tight onto his, as if it never wanted to let go.
“Wait,” Hyuna says, in a voice so small he can barely hear it. She rests the side of her head on his chest, her eyes staring up at him. “Just a bit longer. Please.”or: luka and hyuna spend a soft morning together.
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It always ends with Aventurine dragging his feet towards that glowing black hole in an attempt to escape screams of guilt forming into a wave high above his head. He panics and shouts, his words becoming nothing as they leave his mouth, no one hearing or saving him as the wave crashes into his back–
“Aventurine?”
A muffled voice outside his door.
He doesn’t want to answer.
or: aventurine is depressed, and sunday tries to help.
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“...Can you do it this time, please?” Sunday asks.
“Do what?”
A pair of wings moves to shield Sunday’s face. “...Cum inside me.”
tldr; sunday wants to be creamed!