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AISHA’S GETO-CENTRIC FIC RECS

a collection of my favorite geto suguru fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, consisting of pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by series/oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! shamelessly plugging my own geto fics as well :p i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post!

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best friend!geto (ongoing?) by @fricks ; i’ve reread all of the entries in this series so many times that i could beam this shit onto the back of my eyelids and reread them all over again just like that. i adoreeee geto’s characterization here (fricks is a geto expert truly) he’s such a charming little shit and the witty convos between him and reader are just tew good. i can’t decide on a favorite part cos they’re all amazing IM SERIOUS. THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA PLEASE DONT BURN IT DOWN!!!!

dishonorable (complete) on ao3 ; regency/bridgerton aus are always divine and this fic is no exception. duke geto and reader’s chemistry is too good 🚬 love how they want to strangle each other yet they flirt with each other in the same breath. duke geto take it out its hurtingggguuuhhhh

six degrees of separation (complete) by @starmapz ² ; i read this yeaaaars ago so imagine my surprise when i dug this fic up again and realized trish wrote it 😭 the angst in this has stuck with me for YEARS . geto loves so hard and that facet really shines in this fic. the entire thing is incredibly true to his character as a whole and serves as an amazing analysis of his character. how am i even allowed to read this masterpiece without a price? like wdym this is FREE?

squirrelioo

WISHING FOR YOU

minajael was always watching from afar.

not once was he permitted outside these castle walls. not even for the glorious festivals his father would hold for the citizens or for the arrival of new lords and ladies to the country. his whole life was spent waiting, and waiting while suitors would try for his hand in marriage. it was an endless cycle of denying these people who only wanted him for his status.

he was just a pawn in a bigger game.

yet, he remained steadfast. if he were to marry, it would be on his own terms. they would have to be as willing to explore as he, and be able to match his wit. he’d love to enjoy some playful banter with someone other than his precious tiger for once.

if he truly wanted this, he would need to keep dreaming. dreaming of a day where he would finally break free of these chains that kept him down.

then something occurred. as he was longingly gazing outside on his bedroom porch, the sound of a jovial tune resonated through the city. it was loud enough to reach his ears all the way up in his perch so high above town, it shocked him. even more so, he was intrigued by it. how could someone play so loudly while maintaining such a wonderful song? his curiosity had to know, and so he tried his best to observe closer.

he soon took notice of an unfamiliar face in the crowd. it was you. you certainly couldn’t have been from here. your clothing was much too exotic to be, and that melody sounded nothing like he had ever heard before. the style was completely different, and your instrument was crafted into the most interesting design. your features, they were much different from his own as well.

and you were dancing, dancing so merrily along the streets as the poor children ran to join you.

you were new. you weren’t like home. you didn’t bare jewels on your person, not like those suitors who came for him. you were authentic.

he wanted more. never in his life has he wanted to leave his home so desperately.

as the days went by, as more suitors came to ask for his hand — he couldn’t get you off his mind. as he ate dinner with a potential bride, he asked himself why couldn’t it have been you instead. would you have laughed at his sarcastic comment as he had intended? or would you have reacted like this woman had and say that he was a rude prince? he hoped it was the first guess, he would love to hear you laugh. it had to be as beautiful as the music you had played that day.

that curiosity was never satisfied until one day, he simply couldn’t take it anymore. during the night, he had climbed the castle walls and ran away into the night. to disguise himself, he wore a cloak and covered the lower half of his face. the feeling was filled with anxiety, yet he felt so exhilarated. is this what freedom felt like?

then he heard it again, that tune that had been replaying in his mind. following it, he was led to just the person he had been looking for. you were even more breathtaking in person as you played, smiling as couples and children spun around and simply enjoyed your song. he could only stare with pure joy and love in his heart as he stood and watched you.

and you seemed to notice him too.

for a moment, you made eye contact with him. your eyes, they were the most precious color he had ever seen, shining more than any jewel in the palace he lived in. they held so much life in them. then all of a sudden, that minute of euphoria was gone. the royal guard had found him, and escorted him away. he couldn’t help but look back, gaining one last glance at what could have been.

while it was only for a moment, it was one he would always remember.

maybe one day, he would meet you face to face, properly. he would lay a kiss to your hand, and invite you for a dance. leave with the expectations of a prince left behind and the ambition of an explorer instead following him, and you by his side to share all his joys with.

he would just have to keep wishing.

@𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨 ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.

lustlovehart

Rielle And Minhaj in Monster!Twst (Reversed coming soon at some point lmao)

Rielle Corallia who's a Siren. A pretty basic species of beast on the bounties list. Nowhere near the level of danger the biggest ranked on the most wanted have, but still dangerous. A size much smaller than the notorious Octavinelle trio, with their size being 5 times of a giant ship and an appetite tinier than their insatiable hunger. And yet... he's still known among the hunters. Why?

He's kind. Too kind.

How can a beast born to sing mortals to their death and devour their remains, simply smile and guide them home? It never made sense to anyone... He's more of a fairytale love than a monster.

"Rollo, why do you think Crowley has that siren higher up if he doesn't ever do anything." You mutter as you clean of your daggers, Rollo's lithe fingers tidying the cloak on your person.

"It's simple. Those three have power, but they do not have nearly the same level of that sirens specific power."

"And what would that be?" You turn to look back at Rollo, and he mutters.

"Influence." How he knows that, you're not sure, but you can tell he's being truthful.

His scales are extremely iridescent. Which, should be a con for any other monster, considering how noticeable it is, and yet he shows it off with pride. Even going so far as asking, practically begging for you to keep one on you. It's common for hunters to keep accessories of their kills, but a part of you feels like a poser if you were to parade with that... And yet you don't have the heart to say no when he starts humming while clipping his handmade scale pendant to your neck. Even more so when he starts poking at different parts of you with a bright curiosity as if he's never seen (or eaten...) a human before.

imhyperfixiating

"𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐬"

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐣 𝐀𝐫-𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐡—𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 °❀.࿔

✿ Minhaj notices you walk into RSA before you ever truly notice him, though, ironically, that’s exactly what draws him in.

✿ From the very beginning, his attention doesn’t come from anything loud or dramatic. It isn’t your appearance alone, nor the fact that you’re among NRC students in a space where tensions already run subtly high. It’s something quieter, something harder to define. The way you carry yourself without calculation, the way you speak without weighing every word like it could be used against you later, it’s unfamiliar to him, unnerving even—and yet, he finds himself watching you interact with your fellow students. And he studies your habits even with what little time he has before he comes up to you.

thegeneralsmusings

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ minajael tealrajah smut hcs!

warnings: top minajael, potentially ooc bc we barely know his personality, praise kink, power dynamics, oral sex, mating press, dacryphilia, etc etc

“ workin so hard every night and day and now we get the payback… ”

to start, minajael likes being seen in a position of power— but without his status. he likes knowing that he himself has power and control over you, without him needing to exert his status as a prince.

though you both are on equal playing fields outside of sexual encounters, minajael relishes in seeing you give yourself up to him because of his strength as a person, not as a prince.

now that we have that out of the way, i believe he’d heavily be into positions that don’t give you much room to move. the mating press is one he enjoys very much, and not even because of the connotations— simply because he loves seeing you beneath him, looking up at him in such a desperate manner.

though he enjoys positions that don’t let you move much, one of his hard nos is not being able to see your face. though he renounces his prince title, he still is a bit spoiled, and if you cover your face he’ll make sure to grab your hand and pull it away in order to drink up any expressions you’re making.

if you’re one to cover yourself up instinctively during sex then minajael will understand, but still be a tiny bit bratty about it.

minajael enjoys being praised. it’s a weakness of his, really. if you start whispering his praises in such a sweet tone while the both of your bodies are intertwined, his mind will lag for a second.

do it just right and you’ll be able to make him come near immediately. it really is a cheat code to making minajael lose it.

minajael is a gentle lover, even with how much he enjoys exerting his power. unless you ask it of him, he’ll never do anything to truly hurt you.

although.. he does enjoy seeing you cry. something about it melts his heart in such a good way whenever your eyes bubble up with tears and you huff softly as he fucks into you.

“aw.. don’t worry. i’m here. want me to make those tears go away?”

often times, these tears come from simply how overstimulating sex with him can be. you never cry because you’re sad when with him, euphoric highs taking over any feelings of overwhelmed-ness that result from your many, many rounds.

minajael also loves oral sex. whether it be him doing it on you or you sucking him off, he adores it.

and for good reason too. he’s amazing with his tongue and mouth. minajael can work that thing like his fingers when he dives into your sex.

and when you come undone simply from his mouth, he’ll look up at you and give you that smug smirk of his.

minajael will memorize all your sweet spots just so he can see you lose it in less than a minute. that’s the kind of person he is.

overall i’d say minajael’s a mix of gentle and overwhelming. his hands are deft and touch all over your body when you’re having sex(a habit of his, he likes feeling you.), he’s obviously fucking you, and to make it even more hard to focus, he’s kissing all over your neck and face.

he’s a lover with a passion, most definitely. sex with him is usually slow, although that doesn’t mean your legs won’t be numb once you both are done.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi guys . i decided to come back from my three month break to be a whore for the rsa men. idk i like minajael 🤤 okay bye guys(hopefully not for 3 months again?)

kissedinvintage

That smirk got me kicking my feet 😚

idiasplayertwo

" GIRL OF HIS DREAMS ... MAYBE " ― minajael tealrajah ♡゙

new obsession go brrr ,,, minajael i luv u and i don't even know u that well <3 ,, 𔘓 # relationship headcanons, based off his vibes/other fics i have read ahem /squirrelioo ⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠) (sorry im scared to tag people, including my moots.) + the snippet from book 8. ᯓᡣ𐭩 i don't play the jp server, so these may be a bit ooc<\3

── # cw. 𓂅 established relationship, fluff/comfort, headcanons, possibly ooc, not beta-read, pretty short these were written on the fly (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

notices everything about you, studies you like a book before you even realize it. your habits, interests, your moods or the way your voice shifts when you're tired. he's pretty good at making it subtle too, at your side and taking you somewhere less busy.

if he sees you overworked or overwhelmed, the prince is quick to pull you away from all distractions and ground you―again, quieter subtle.

" habibi, i believe it's time for you to take a break, hm? "

it's a simple offer, but it comes out more as a soft demand.

he doesn't rush affection, he'll start off slow―the idea of losing you before he even has a chance is not an option. prefers quite, barely there gestures over loud displays. lingering his fingers against your wrist a few seconds longer, tucking your hair behind your ear while you eat, and resting his hand against the small part of your back when walking through large crowds.

knscadence

You and you only

minajael x reader | he’ll never love anyone else other than you

A/n: originally planned to be released with a twst! meg fic but 1) I’m going on vacation so might as well as post this now 2) many people want more, yippee?

Warnings: mentions of potential suitors, minajael has a pet tiger in this fic

Yea sry the title’s shit can’t think of anything

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

you saw a tiger cub trotting to you on your way to his room in Durasmina. Immediately, you recognise it's his pet tiger, and there's a small paper bag and an turquoise coloured envelope in between his canines

you gently pat his head, before taking the bag and opening the letter attached

it had gold highlights to the paper, and his fine handwriting:

Hayati, happy 3.5 months anniversary

I know you've been telling me to not spend money on you, however, if I made something for you, it doesn't count, right?

you have to stifle a giggle, already picturing his smirk while writing this

as you look inside the bag, you saw a pair of golden earrings— matching his hoops, you have a feeling where this is going...

"hm, excellent delivery from the mailman I assume?"

you don't need to turn around to recognise that voice you'd remember in sleep

minajael's chin rest on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your waist

"do you like them?" his smooth voice is like water in the oasis, always soothing you and making your stomach flip

"like? I love them, Minajael" he hummed in response, pressing a gentle smooch on your cheek

"how did you make gold earrings out of nowhere?"

"why are you questioning me, hayati?" his smirk widens

you just can’t bring yourself to be pissed at him, holy shit he looks too gorgeous for any fights

“what are you planning, your highness?”

he looks slightly offended by the title, he doesn’t like being a prince afterall, but who are you to resist teasing him?

“what do you think I’m planning, pretty?” his hand reached for yours, thumb grazing over your knuckles and giving it a squeeze, “I know you won’t be so heartless to deprive me of my desires, right? No matter whatever they are.”

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

this motherf…

you thought as you’re standing in the middle of a ballroom, surrounded by prestigious people from Scalding Sands to Shaftlands— this is how influential his family is. Royalty, afterall

how did you end up here? your lover asked you to come to a family reunion with him, welp…

you fidgeted with the gold accessories on your dress, as Minajael is pulled away by his father to greet some of the ‘business partners’

you’re not familiar with this setting, where everyone speaks so carefully and one word may ruin their reputation. now it’s even worse, as Minajael isn’t there to do the talking for you.

as you drowned yourself with your inner thoughts, you’re suddenly pulled back to reality by a familiar voice near of you

your heart almost clenched at the scene of your lover being introduced to another girl, she’s pretty, looks like she came from a loaded family, very poised and elegant

‘does he prefer this type of girls more? how fast will he leave me if his father founded him a better choice one day? what if he only dated me because he felt bad about rejecting me?’

A hand pulled you towards him, firmly yet careful, like he’s trying to brush away your inner doubts

“Father, I already have a bride of my choice, I will never be with anyone except for her.”

it’s been a while since you’ve heard him speaking so firmly, standing his ground

you looked up, meeting his gaze which softened

“this is my partner, if I cannot have her, then I will not marry. I can’t imagine a future with her by my side.”

he’s 10x hotter when he’s not being a smug ass

you know the expectations that are forced on him, he always told you, and how he never talked with his father about it because it will just be a “waste of time”, with how he’ll never listen

that’s how you know how much you really mean to him. so much, that he’s willing to speak out and make things clear to his family.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

“you really meant it?”

you two are on the balcony of his room, one that allows the both of you to see all of Scalding Sands

the soft breeze caressing your hair does nothing to calm your inner thoughts, the woman, the girls who seem much more suitable for him as a wife—

“you think I’d ever lie?” the smug tone is gone, replaced by something raw, sincere

you looked at the city, gaze at anywhere but him; but the only thing in his eyes were you

“don’t you think those girls may be better for you?” it felt like a crime to doubt him, but he didn’t seem to blame you, instead he whistled, then a magic carpet flew out.

he climbed on, hand out for you to take

“come with me, darling, I’ll give you an answer”

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

the city looks like a dream at night

he brought you to see the desert, the river and at last landed on the roof of the castle

“you really think I’d bring any of those girls here?” his warmth can be felt through his silk clothes, holding you with his arms around your waist

you know the answer, he never do extra things to please people whom he’s not interested in

a kiss landed on your temple, “such an overthinker”, a teasing comment from him

“I’ll say this one last time, I will only love you in this lifetime.”

butterysmoothbrain

He bakes his favorite dessert for you! And uh. Yeah-

likamezz

as if they were holding your hand

Harlequin

The grip is confident, almost possessive, with fingers clasped tightly together as if they have no intention of letting go. There is energy and impulsiveness in this gesture, as if to say, “I'm holding you, so you're with me.”

Jester

This is not a rough grasp, but a playful intertwining—a light, almost dance-like touch. The fingers are bent gently, as if the gesture is accompanied by a binary smile or bow.

Doctor

The grip is calm and supportive, not squeezing, but holding. The fingers gently wrap around yours, as if checking your pulse or simply letting you feel his beloved patient nearby.

Ticket Taker

Here, the gesture is more formal and gentle. The fingers are not intertwined, but touch each other lightly. It resembles a gallant touch or a polite gesture of accompaniment.

Pierrot

The grip is firm and emotional. You can see the tension in his fingers. The gesture speaks of passion and strong attachment, trying to stay with you longer like this, alone with your touch, as if you might disappear.

nekoboydreams

A little comic this time! Since it’s only two pages, I managed to put it together in my free time the next short stories I’ll leave for the Patreons to vote on!

A while ago, I came across a beautiful piece of art on Tumblr, and it reminded me that you don’t really know what’s going on inside Pierrot’s head, haha. So I wanted to show just a glimpse of it this time, from the perspective of the very first day. Nothing too big, but I hope you enjoy it! Let’s just say their past isn’t exactly pleasant as you can probably imagine.

And here’s the artwork that inspired this little idea by @ytkydg

And also, thank you so much for all the support! I didn’t expect the plushie goal to be reached and in just one day! I saw so many kind comments and reblogs helping out, and that was especially moving. Thank you, everyone!

twstassets

High-res Base card for Leona Kingscholar - Overblot

twstassets

High-res Assets for Jamil Viper - La Bonbonnière

Dialogue, animations, and extra assets can be found on Drive: Link

rubyleaf

Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.