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I'll love you in every lifetime by SpaceViking
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
06 Oct 2025
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Gojo is a vampire, doomed to face eternity alone. He had made his peace with loneliness until a human, Nanami, showed up unexpectedly at his door. They fall in love, but Nanami still have to taste death, but promised to find Gojo again in his next life.
And so it keeps going. Gojo has to watch Nanami die in every lifetime, bury him, and wait centuries for him to reincarnate again.
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- Part 3 of Nanago Soulmates
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08 Dec 2025
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When Nanami tilted his head, baring his throat in obvious invitation, Gojo nearly sobbed.
“You remember.”
“Everything.” Nanami’s hand found the back of Gojo’s neck, guiding him closer. “Every death. Every goodbye. Every promise to find you in the next life, and the next.” His pulse beat visibly beneath the skin, life calling to its absence. “So take it. Take what’s yours.”
The bite was inevitable as a sunrise.
Gojo’s fangs found the familiar place where neck met shoulder, that spot that had known his mouth in a dozen different bodies. And as always, when he bit down, Nanami gasped in something closer to ecstasy than pain. His body bowed toward Gojo’s, hips rolling up, pushing against Gojo’s hard cock.
Blood filled Gojo’s mouth – hot, alive, tasting of memories shared across centuries. He drank carefully, feeling as Nanami’s breath stuttered. His hand slipped lower between their bodies, and before Gojo knew it, Nanami wrapped a hand around his cock.
It was nothing more than a tease, something to create agonising pleasure.
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gone baby by kwiewi
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
15 Jun 2025
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"You might feel like that again," Satoru says. "You don't know who you'll meet. Life is pretty long. Maybe you'll find some nice girl to settle down with."
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15 Nov 2025
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Satoru," says a voice. An achingly familiar one, the same voice he hears in his dreams every other night. Satoru whips his head over, and there he is, stretched out in the seat across from him: Suguru, looking exactly like he did when he was seventeen. Strands of inky hair brushing his forehead, loose bun pinned to the top of his head, a cocky grin that gets softer the longer he smiles.
"Suguru, is that—" Satoru trails off, slumping in his seat. His glasses— the ones he hasn't worn since third year— slide down the bridge of his nose. He doesn't bother pushing it up. "Shit, I guess it's over, huh?"
"Yep. You finally died," Suguru smiles. "Congratulations. Didn't think you could do it."
He huffs, "Oh, shut up. Don't make this into a competition."
"Hey, Satoru. You're just as much of an eyesore as you were a few months ago," Kento says. Satoru startles again, and notices Kento sitting in the same row as Suguru, a few seats down. Kento smiles when their gazes meet. Gone are the glasses, the serious attitude, and even the extra stick that adult Kento had up his ass. Kento's sixteen going on seventeen too, just like him and Suguru.
"Shit, I didn't miss that haircut," Satoru says. "How did you ever pull it off, Kento? It makes you look like you're wearing a bad wig."
Kento gives him a flat look, "Do not talk to me about haircuts, albino porcupine."
"I do not look like a—"
"Can you two give it a rest?" Suguru interrupts, familiar exasperation lining his face. "It's been two minutes since Satoru got here."
"Two minutes too long. I thought that getting trapped in the prison realm would do some good for your character development, but I guess not," Kento says.
"How do you even know about that?" Satoru says incredulously. Kento just smiles in that cryptic way of his.
Satoru's chest is bubbling over, his heart threatening to climb out through his throat. He stares helplessly, gaze flickering between Suguru and Kento, not sure who to fix his gaze on. They're both so beautiful.
"I missed you guys so much," Satoru chokes out. "Seriously, I— oh god. I missed you guys."
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Nanami had joined Jujutsu Tech under the impression that the worst thing he would have to deal with is facing possible death on every mission involving curse spirits. No one had warned him about- about all this heat business and Gojo’s apparent feud with the school committee!
Nanami Kento was just an ordinary high school jujutsu sorcerer. Until he's not, that is.
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09 Nov 2025
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I wouldn’t mind kissing your ass, though,” Getou says as he moves away, and Nanami grabs the glass and gulps down more water to avoid choking on nothing again.
He glares at Gojo, who snickers at him as he digs into his pancakes, and the rest of breakfast goes on much more smoothly, as the two alphas stop snipping at each other.
They gather out on the small balcony in the living room, about an hour later, Getou leaning against the railing as he smokes while Nanami sits in one of the two wicker chairs there that had come with the apartment. Gojo, to Nanami’s exasperation, had insisted on cuddling up against him, even though there’s barely enough room for Nanami alone, so Nanami has half a lap of Gojo Satoru clinging to his side.
Gojo’s nosing at Nanami’s throat, while Nanami tries his best to ignore him altogether.
“Where shall we start, then?” Getou says, watching them with half-lidded eyes as he blows a stream of smoke out into the air.
Gojo stops moving in Nanami’s lap, and peers up at Getou from under Nanami’s chin. He snakes a hand to Nanami’s side and squeezes gently.
“How about Nanami throwing us aside like yesterday’s bread,” he says.
Nanami winces at his wording, but doesn’t defend himself; it’s not like Gojo’s completely wrong, anyway.
“I was pregnant.”
The silence that follows Nanami’s confession is similar to the heavy weight that he’s shouldered for the past six years. Gojo makes no indication that he’s surprised by it, while Getou takes a long drag from his cigarette as he looks out over the edge of the balcony.
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“I am well aware of my mortality,” Anaxa said. “It is what drives me to ask before the asking becomes impossible.”
“And what is it you wish to ask?”
Anaxa hesitated. He had rehearsed this moment in thought but not in truth. Now, before the embodiment of everything final and inevitable, words felt fragile. Still, he pressed on.
“Why do you destroy?”
Khaslana was destruction made flesh, never meant to feel or to stay. But in loving a mortal, he found not sin — but salvation.
When a god learns to cherish the world he was meant to end, what remains of divinity?
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Bookmarked by mintoroshi
03 Nov 2025
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Sometimes, when the evenings grew quiet, Phainon would sit at the window, hands resting on his knees, eyes distant. The firelight played across his face, casting both shadow and warmth upon it. Anaxa would join him, wordless, letting the silence stretch.
And once, softly, he asked, “Do you regret it?”
Phainon turned, blinking, as though surfacing from a dream. “Regret what?”
“Falling. Giving up what you were.”
There was a long pause, and in it, only the crackle of fire. Phainon lifted his hands, studying them in the dim light. They were broad, calloused, and human. Hands that had once torn suns apart now bore only the memory of warmth.
“I thought I might,” he said at last. “That I’d mourn the weight I lost. But when I look at these hands… I see they were meant for more than destruction.” He smiled faintly, eyes softening. “No, I do not regret it. For now, I destroy only the distance between us.”
Anaxa’s chest tightened at the words. He reached out, covering Phainon’s hand with his own, fingers weaving together like threads in a tapestry.
Phainon’s gaze lingered on their joined hands. The firelight flickered in his eyes, softening the once-merciless gold into something almost fragile. For a long time, neither spoke. The silence felt alive and weighted, but not heavy.
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Let your thoughts only be of love by MissMarshmallowFluff
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
31 Oct 2025
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The entrance to the city was marvelous. Known as the Path of Conquest, an ivory bridge decorated with gold extended all the way to the main gate. It was said that the winds of conquest blowing from the city could be felt from a distance away, which is why this was the path taken by the Kremnos army when they departed and returned from battle.
Fitting, Anaxa thought. In a way they were also going into a battle, a political one, but regardless. He stared at the soldiers stationed along the bridge in disappointment. None of those were worthy.
At the main gate, King Eurypon and Queen Gorgo awaited for their arrival. Yet, Anaxa's stare wandered to the man standing next to them. A tall, handsome, well-built man with messy light strawberry blond hair. Body covered in crimson tattoos, and adorned with gold jewelry. His yellow eyes with irises in the shape of a sun found Anaxa's aqua and magenta one.
Crown Prince Mydeimos.
Anaxagoras smiled. Yes, this was the one. He could definitely tame him.
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02 Nov 2025
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War devoured the physical world, but it couldn't stop the human spirit. Even in the darkest times, hope always surfaced from somewhere. Humanity's wrath stripped gods of their authority in the form of Mydeimos striking the Titan of strife down.
He ripped Nikador's head off with his bare hands. Swallowed the Titan's flesh, leaving not even the bones.
In a path forged with blood and flames, Mydeimos rose up as the demigod of Strife.
Amidst the gore and horror, the remaining warriors rejoiced at their victory. But how could he rejoice when his loved one was nowhere to be found?
The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you; whether because you didn’t get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to. Mydeimos smiled sadly at the thought that Anaxa would never be able to hear what he wanted to say.
The idea of reuniting one day, now laid as a foolish thought.
How will I know you? You'll feel warm between my palms, and I'll cup you like a handful of holy water.
Using his new power as the demigod of Strife, Crown Prince Mydeimos froze the movement of the stars, and with that, he froze fate itself.
He was born a champion's cub. Now, was the lion who became Lord of the Battlefield.