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Me sittin’ here, seriously concerned for all the young kids who are gonna’ grow up in this fandom environment thinking they’re secretly evil monsters because their sex fantasies aren’t strictly pure or vanilla or because they ship something with an unhealthy dynamic. Soooooo many people must hate/be terrified of themselves.
Hey…….hey kids…….
You’re fuckin’ fine.
The human brain is weird. Sex fantasies ≠ actual desires. If you ask yourself, “would I want to act out this thing in real life” and the answer is “fuck no,” then you’re fine. Shipping is also not an indicator of what you would condone in real life. You are not secretly a monster. You are a human being. Human beings are complicated. Please calm down and treat yourself to a smoothie or something.
the biggest hero on lord of the rings is aragorn, not for his prowess in battle or his leadership skills, but simply for being strong enough to thirdweel for gimli and legolas throughout most of his quest. few people would have survived being in the middle of their obnoxious flirting through banter and orc killing, let alone tolerate it as gracefully as aragorn did. elrond loves to shittalk aragorn but he wouldn’t have endured half of what this legend had to go through. that was the real proof of the resilience that the human race has. thank you for your service, king 😔😔🙏
my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.
my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.
hi may i ask for 12) “I hope our kid takes after you.” for any otp of your choosing
Thanks for the prompt, my dear, but you don't know what you put in motion here! (• ▽ •;) Also because this turned out much longer than anticipated, I put it up on ao3 as well!
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They have been together for five years. They weren’t dating, although they were totally dating, but they didn’t call it like that.
They didn’t call each other boyfriends or lovers or partners, and they rarely called each other colleagues or associates or former schoolmates, and they never called each other acquaintances or friends or by their first names. They usually used slurs and their last names and occasional endearments when drunk on something.
They didn’t call their outings dates or rendezvous or meetings, they just went out for dinner or drinks or went home to eat in. They didn’t even call it going home, although they stayed at the other’s place more often than not and had spare clothes there for at least one week.
They had goodbye hugs and welcome kisses and great sex, cuddles in front of the tv and breakfast in bed and make-out sessions in the unused storeroom between meetings, hand-holding in the park and brushing knees under the table and looks across the room.
They did a lot of things that would totally justify calling what they had dating, but somehow they hadn’t done so in the past, and sometimes it felt like they had missed that opportunity altogether on the way. But it was working for them, because Gojou felt good when they were together, and he got the feeling that Nanami felt good as well. After all, he was very blunt when he didn’t feel good about something. Like when Gojou was obnoxiously annoying again on purpose. That didn’t stop Nanami from coming to Gojou’s flat in the evening or cooking for two in his own kitchen, though.
If Gojou had the self-awareness he would call the both of them stupid, because what they had built over the years was anything but casual or loose or meaningless, and if he had the guts he might even call the both of them in love, stupidly so, but he couldn’t, and Nanami wouldn’t either.
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“I hope our kid takes after you,” Gojou said and clapped his hands, when the door clicked shut after Yuuji.
There was a pause, and there was clearly something on Nanami’s mind that he wouldn’t say. Definitely something other than, “He’s not our kid.”
Gojou wanted to laugh, because it had been a joke, although deep down it really hadn’t been because he definitely hoped that Yuuji would take after Nanami (but not in all ways please). Gojou wanted to laugh, because joking was his thing, joking about serious things and funny things and truthful things so that nobody could really make out the differences and what was real and what wasn’t.
But that pause! That pause stopped him from laughing. Nanami didn’t look at him, and for once Gojou wasn’t sure if he should make Nanami elaborate, or if he should just deflect and go with the usual flow and make another joke, probably at Nanami’s expense, or if he should just kiss him.
In the end Gojou did none of these things but sat there in silence for some moments more, earning himself a inquiring look, before he changed the topic to cirrocumulus clouds and their influence on the tide and mood of people, earning himself a very familiar long sigh.
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Since that pause Gojou couldn’t stop thinking about said pause. They didn’t talk about themselves and their relationship and their feelings, but that pause made him want to talk about all that and much more. There were nights when he lay awake in bed, mostly not alone, staring at the ceiling and thinking far too much.
Nanami was good with kids, because he treated kids as such. In their line of work kids were forced to grow up much too fast and make decisions they really shouldn’t be making. Nanami tried to put distance between himself and the students, took missions and insisted on either going on his own or putting them to easy tasks. He didn’t want to be good with kids, because he had been one of those kids once. He knew about the burden, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t keep the kids away from danger and damage and death, and Gojou knew that Nanami felt disdain for him because of his own agenda and lack of effort to change anything.
Gojou also knew about the size of the favour Nanami granted him with Yuuji, looking after him when nobody else could, and he knew how hard it was on Nanami to keep the distance, especially since Yuuji had taken such a liking to him.
When Gojou lay there in bed, listening to deep and steady breaths next to him, he thought back to that pause and the look on Nanami’s face, mostly impassive but unable to hide the turmoil behind. They didn’t know each other for more than ten years and didn’t not-date for half of it for Gojou to not notice when something was amiss, even though he couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was.
This lack of knowledge was exciting and terrifying, new and familiar all at once. He didn’t know what was more thrilling, knowing that there was something great and heavy on Nanami’s mind or not knowing about its precise content. He could usually make sense of Nanami’s moods and motivations and mannerisms, regardless of being right or wrong, but right now he came up with nothing, at least nothing plausible, and he thought about it many nights long and hard.
He would think of the guarded expression, the slightly knitted brows, the thin line of lips, that one strand of hair falling into Nanami's face because he tilted his head just so. He tried to imagine his eyes in this moment, hidden by his glasses and the unfavourable angle of the light, but it was impossible. He had seen a lot of things in Nanami’s eyes, annoyance and fear and anger, pain and fondness and patience, but he couldn’t think of an expression fitting that pause. It had to be something different, something new, something unknown and hidden and secret, and Gojou wanted it all.
He wanted to see and know and swallow and keep. He told himself that he wasn’t possessive or greedy or selfish, but when he turned his head to look at the calm, sleeping face next to him, sometimes hidden in the pillow, sometimes pressed between his shoulder and neck, sometimes highlighted by the cold light of the moon, always the same and familiar face, the one he had seen up close and from afar, the one he would recognise by touch alone, with and without his six eyes, then he knew it was true.
He didn’t want to share this peaceful Nanami, looking younger than usual besides his hard lines and sharp edges, didn’t want to share for anything in the world, not for peace or revolution, not for more power or less responsibility, and he definitely didn’t want to share this unknown Nanami with his unknown thoughts and unknown expressions and unknown intentions with anyone but himself and himself alone.
At some point even Gojou would get sleepy or bored with his own mind and thoughts, especially when there were no answers to the questions that kept him awake, and he would content himself with breathing in a familiar scent, letting himself be held or holding in turn to finally fall asleep.
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“Can I ask you something?”
After weeks of racking his brain, Gojou finally came to the conclusion that the best way to deal with this situation was to simply ask Nanami. After that it had been another two weeks because they didn’t talk about these things, but the urge to know got bigger and bigger with each passing day, simmering and aching in the pit of his stomach.
“You can ask me anything,” Nanami said, turning the page of his newspapers without looking up. “But I decide whether I will answer or not.”
Gojou had reckoned with that kind of reaction. Even he knew how suspicious such an inquiry sounded. “Fair enough.” He grinned widely, ignoring the prickling nerves high in his throat. “Do you wanna have kids?”
There it was again, that pause, but it didn’t feel quite the same, although it could have to do with Nanami sitting, not hiding, behind his newspapers. The papers rustled, but Nanami didn’t turn the page again. “Where does this come from?” he finally asked.
Gojou had decided to approach this topic casually without showing or telling that he had thought about it nearly every day for the past weeks. “I just wanna know,” he said, leaning back in his armchair.
They weren’t at work anymore, having left together some hours ago to eat dinner at that sushi restaurant near Gojou’s flat. On their way to said flat which went without saying Nanami had bought the newspapers for himself and ice cream for Gojou at a kiosk. (Gojou had insisted on sharing, shoving the ice cream into Nanami’s face and laughing when it smeared against his nose and cheek. Of course, that earned him a rough shove on his own.)
Nanami sighed, and Gojou delighted.
“Yes, I get that you want to know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked. But I want to know why you want to know.”
Gojou frowned behind his blindfold. He had known that he wouldn’t get a straight answer right away, but he had hoped that the warm meal and the walk through the streets softened Nanami to not make this more difficult than it already was. “Can’t you just answer or not answer?” he countered instead.
Nanami’s answer was prompt and curt. “No.”
Gojou hesitated for only a moment. He could joke but probably shouldn’t if he wanted to get an honest answer out of Nanami tonight. Not that Nanami would lie, but he could simply refuse to answer or worse, leave if Gojou was too irritating. (It wouldn’t be the first time.)
“Can I tell you after you tell me?” Gojou said. He really wanted to know, and he really wanted Nanami to stay.
The newspapers rustled again, when Nanami let the top half flop over to finally get a look at him. Gojou had to admit to himself that he was just a tiny bit taken aback that Nanami wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore. He hadn’t noticed when Nanami had taken them off, but sure enough there they sat on the table next to the keys.
Nanami paused again, and it was now the familiar one, the one Gojou had wrecked his head over without a plausible answer in sight.
Finally, Nanami opened his mouth to say, “Under different circumstances, probably yes.”
Gojou had expected a lot, and he thought about all the possible ways of how Nanami could answer his question, but all this thinking and overthinking didn’t prepare him for the leap of his heart at these words.
“What circumstances?” Gojou implored, excitement taking over the nerves.
Nanami shot him the most unimpressed look. He was an expert at that, and it usually made Gojou laugh out loud when his mind wasn’t too preoccupied.
“Are you stupid?” Nanami asked dryly.
Gojou’s grin widened. “Apparently.”
“You think I’d want kids when I’m constantly putting my life on the line?”
Nanami had a point. Of course he had a point, because if Gojou had tried to think of the circumstances Nanami had mentioned, he would have come to the same conclusion. Gojou had thought long and hard about this all and had lain at least three nights wide awake, because he knew that Nanami wouldn’t want to have kids in their line of work. He knew, but it hadn’t explained the pause, making Gojou want to punch the moon or something in frustration.
Gojou decided to press for more, because that was what he did, bullying information out of others. “You thought about having kids when you left?”
It made sense, right? When Nanami had been an office worker his life wasn’t constantly in danger. He had a secure income and a stable living situation, even though it had turned out depressing and unsatisfying. But it had been ideal circumstances to think about having kids, right?
“No,” Nanami said, taking Gojou by surprise once again. “I thought about money.”
“But you just said”—
Nanami sighed. “You usually can’t have kids on your own, can you?”
“Well”—
“Don’t be such a nitpicker, okay?” Nanami scoffed. “I didn’t want to have kids when I left.”
Gojou couldn’t make sense of any of it. He wanted to have answers and not more question marks in his head.
“But now under different circumstances …?” he asked, confused.
Nanami folded the newspaper once, twice, while saying irritatedly, “What is it that you want to hear here, Gojou? You want to hear that I could think about us having kids together?”
Gojou stared back. He felt like having an epiphany, like reaching enlightenment, like finally getting answers to questions that sat on his mind for weeks and months already. There was also the unfamiliar sensation of heat creeping up his neck to his ears and spreading to his cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. He knew no shame and no embarrassment. But that thought, just that thought alone, of him and Nanami having kids together felt unnervingly right. Maybe he shouldn’t have obsessed with Nanami’s pause so much and instead should have looked a bit closer at this obsession of his.
“You can’t be serious,” Nanami said, unable to hide the insulting astonishment from his face and voice.
Great, a tiny voice said at the back of Gojou’s head, and he couldn’t decide if it sounded proud or mocking.
When Gojou didn’t say anything, because his mind was still blank, Nanami continued, “You want to have kids? You barely raised the Fushiguro kids and”—
Finally the gears in Gojou’s head started working again. “I don’t want to have kids!” he said, and it was the truth. He knew it was the truth. “I, I just thought …”
“What?” Nanami asked not too kindly. “What did you just think, Gojou?”
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Gojou said. He really didn’t have a clue how this had gotten out of hand as fast as it did, and he did what he could do best besides joking; deflecting. “What are you getting angry about?”
“I’m not angry,” Nanami said angrily.
“Yes, you are. Angry and defensive.”
“Are you perhaps talking about yourself? I answered your questions, and you”—
“Why would you want to have kids now after you returned and not when you had a secure life?” The question stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Fighting with Nanami made him irrational. Not that he was rational otherwise, but at least he was irrational on purpose. Fighting with Nanami made him irrational by accident, though, and he hated when he revealed more than he was actually comfortable with.
“I just told you, didn’t I?”
Why were they even fighting? They had a good time at the restaurant and on their way to his flat. Nanami had taken off his glasses and suit jacket and tie. He had planned to stay the night, and Gojou had wanted him to. It had been all going so very smoothly, until Gojou decided to open his big mouth and talk about things they didn’t talk about.
“No, you didn’t,” Gojou said petulantly, because no matter how much he hated fighting, he wouldn’t go down without a fight. “I didn’t understand what you meant.”
“What I meant ...” Nanami repeated, running his fingers through his hair in an agitated manner. “You want me to state the obvious? Are you really that thick?”
Gojou’s heart was beating very fast, but it had nothing of the welcomed connotation from earlier. “You know what? Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked in the first place, because it’s not my fucking business. Sorry about that, I guess.” He stood up. “I will leave now, so that this doesn’t turn uglier than it already is.”
Nanami was on his feet as well. “You will not, you prick.” He paused to take a breath, and Gojou decided to act according to his age, although he wanted nothing more than to throw a tantrum.
Nanami continued more calmly, although his voice had never risen, “Apparently I have to state the obvious with you. Let me explain it to you in a different way.” He hesitated only briefly. “What changed after I came back?”
“You were more annoying than before.” Gojou wasn’t in the mood for these kinds of games right now. He crossed his arm defiantly.
“Talking about yourself again, but that’s not what I mean.” There was the ghost of a smile on Nanami’s face, one Gojou usually really liked, because Nanami rarely smiled, but right now it only irritated him more. “I don’t mean how we changed individually.”
“Then I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on, don’t be like this on purpose,” Nanami said and rolled his eyes. “Why are we here like we are right now?”
“Because at some point you thought it was a good idea to pin me to a wall,” Gojou said, being so sure of himself that it was not the answer Nanami wanted to hear.
“I don’t think that’s what happened, really, but that direction is correct. We’ll get there.” Gojou didn’t know what Nanami's aim was here, but he could totally stick that patronising tone of his elsewhere. “What happened next?”
“We had sex.”
Nanami was looking at him expectantly. Gojou couldn’t make sense of how trying to be difficult and wrong on purpose could backfire like that.
“Oh, stop it,” he said irritatedly, when Nanami didn’t elaborate. “I don’t know what’s your angle here.”
“Did you have sex with anyone else in the past five years?”
“No, of course not, but I don’t see what this has to do with”—
“Ask me.”
“What?”
“Ask me, Gojou.”
Gojou took a deep breath. This was ridiculous, and it was going absolutely nowhere. “Why should I ask you if you had sex with anyone else in the past five years when I know you hadn’t?”
“Oh, so you know, huh?” Nanami raised a brow. “Then you know the reason for that as well, right?”
“Well, I am quite a catch,” Gojou said dryly.
Nanami put a hand to his face, sighing deeply. “Unfortunately,” he said, “that’s the right answer, although it was very poorly worded.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Gojou didn’t know how to deal with the confusion and annoyance that gradually goaded each other. Was this what others felt when dealing with him? Outrageous! He was this close to jumping out of the window or something.
Nanami looked at him through his finger. “You’re not fucking with me, are you?”
“Well, I’m not fucking you right now, that’s for sure,” Gojou said forcefully, unable to put the usual tease into that comment. “For someone who doesn’t like to beat around the bush you beat a lot around the fucking bush right now.”
“Okay, let me be as plain as possible,” Nanami said placatingly and adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt. “We, as in you and I, have been in an established relationship for the past five years”—
“I know that,” Gojou interrupted, frowning, but Nanami didn’t stop.
“And I love you, as stupid and annoying as you are.”
“I”—Gojou’s frown deepened—“know that as well.”
“Then you also know that you love me.”
“Of course.”
They stared at each other in disbelief.
Nanami broke the silence. “What … just happened?”
“The most unromantic and unexciting love confession of all times.”
“Why?”
“Because apparently I thought you wanted kids until I realised that it was me who likes the idea of having kids without actually wanting to have kids.” Gojou paused, thinking. “Turns out, apparently, that you’d actually want kids now if it wasn’t for our line of work, because”—Gojou stopped, mouth still open, to stare at Nanami who had the decency to look sheepish.
“That penny finally dropped, huh?”
“You want to have kids with me?” Gojou said quietly, because he couldn’t be right again, his luck had to run out at some point.
“They’d be absolute rascals.”
“You thought about having kids with me?”
“It’s not like it’s going to happen,” Nanami said defensively, averting his eyes and raising his hand to adjust the glasses that didn’t sit on his nose.
“That’s the reason you paused.” Gojou still didn’t dare to raise his voice to its normal volume in fear of breaking this moment.
“What do you mean by that?”
Gojou felt the heat rush back up his neck and cleared his throat. He said he would tell his reasons after Nanami answered his questions, right? “Remember when I said that I hope Yuuji takes after you?”
“Uh, not exactly?”
“Ugh, it doesn’t really matter. I called him our kid as an honest joke, you paused before denying it, and I have been obsessing over that pause since then.”
“Is that the reason why you barely slept in the past months?”
“So you noticed?” Gojou said, grinning tensely.
“Gojou, you lay in bed stiff as a board, of course I noticed.” Nanami shook his head. “I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t want to overstep and come across as meddling.”
“You … wouldn’t have,” Gojou said and added for clarification, “Overstepped and come across as meddling.”
“Good to know,” Nanami said, smiling lopsidedly. “I’ll remember that for the future.”
“We’re real idiots, aren’t we?” Gojou laughed and took a step towards Nanami who had the same thought.
“Unfortunately,” Nanami said, standing right in front of Gojou and looking up at him. Their difference in size wasn’t all that much, but it was always enough to be noticable. Nanami’s hand was already at Gojou’s waist where it belonged, and Gojou had just put his own in the perfect curve where Nanami’s neck and shoulder met. It was familiar between them, and it was as easy and normal as breathing.
Nanami hooked the thumb of his free hand under the blindfold and pushed it up, until it fell carelessly to the ground with a quiet noise.
“How old are we, really?” Nanami asked, pressing closer.
Instead of an answer, Gojou huffed a quiet laugh and kissed him.
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Later that night, Gojou lay awake in bed again, staring at the ceiling with finally some peace on his mind. He listened to comforting breaths beside him, ghosting over his arm. It was the third time he got goosebumps within ten minutes, and the rhythm told him that Nanami wasn’t asleep yet.
“You’re stiff as a board again,” Nanami suddenly said, while his finger traced imaginary lines to the palm of Gojou’s hand.
“Can we have theoretical kids?”
Nanami snorted softly without disturbing his soothing action. Gojou turned his head to look at him, but Nanami had his face averted, looking down at their hands.
“What does that even mean?” Nanami asked, finger wandering up to Gojou’s wrist over his pulse and staying there.
“I don’t know,” Gojou confessed, grinning sheepishly. “Whatever we want it to be.”
“Okay,” Nanami said, running his hand over Gojou’s again.
“Okay?” Gojou laughed. “Just like that?”
“Yes.” Nanami intertwined their fingers together. “Tell me what was on your mind when you came up with theoretical kids.”
Gojou hadn’t really thought much about it before, but as far as he could remember, Nanami had always been able to touch him without any problems. There had been times, mostly when his stress and alert level were high and the adrenaline rushed uncomfortably through his veins, when infinity had buzzed between them briefly before giving in under their persistence. Nanami could take him physically by surprise, like when he was fed up and shoved Gojou against a wall, a door, a tree or such, but he couldn’t take infinity by surprise. It recognised Nanami before him and his six eyes, and it never once declared him dangerous.
It made Gojou wonder when he had fallen in love, and that thought, that honest confession released something in his chest that had been confined for a long time. He was in love, and he was allowed to call it being in love. He had known about it, had known that Nanami was in love as well, in love with him of all people, but Gojou’s mind had flinched from applying that label vehemently.
There had been a tight knot in his chest, unknown and hidden until it was finally undone. Now breathing and thinking and being was easier than before, and he was more sure than ever that he wanted Nanami for himself and himself alone, whole and complete, mind and soul and heart and bones and all.
In exchange he had only himself to offer, whole and complete, mind and soul and heart and bones and all, when Gojou realised that Nanami had accepted that offer a long time ago.
“You’re brooding,” Nanami interrupted his thoughts, emphasising it with a squeeze of his hand.
“Sorry,” Gojou said and planted a kiss on the top of Nanami’s head. “Where were we?”
Nanami squeezed his hand for good measure a moment longer, before he said, “Theoretical kids.”
Gojou followed suit and stayed for good measure a moment longer with his nose in the familiar and clean scent under the fading shampoo. It felt like home, and that thought was nearly too much for him.
“Gojou?” Nanami shifted, tilting his head to look at him with a questioning expression on his face. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better,” Gojou answered, voice surprisingly thick.
“You want to talk about it?”
“No,” Gojou grinned, “I want to talk about theoretical kids.”
Nanami didn’t look completely convinced, but he let it go. He wasn’t the prying type, not like Gojou who would do anything to get his hands on the information he wanted, but Nanami could drop a topic without resentment, and Gojou admired him for it.
“You want a boy or a girl or both or more?”
Nanami shifted again and rolled his body on top of Gojou’s. In the process he let go of his hands, and Gojou was about to protest and miss the warmth, when Nanami put a hand instead flat on his chest over his heart. He placed his chin there as well, looking at Gojou with patience and curiosity and anticipation.
There was that pause again, quiet and honest on his face, and Gojou began to recognise it as contentment and satisfaction and love, mingled together with strands of melancholy.
“I don’t care about the gender,” Nanami finally said. “But I think three is a nice number.”
“Three,” Gojou repeated in wonder, while his hand found the small of Nanami’s back. “I think we should start with one, though, but we’ll get there, I promise.”
“Fair enough. With kids come great responsibilities after all.”
Gojou closed his eyes and let his mind run free. “I can see a girl, barely walking,” he said slowly. “She has the same impassive face as you, and her hair”—
“Please don’t tell me it’s white.”
Gojou opened one eye and made a mockingly offended noise. “What’s wrong with white?”
“Nothing’s wrong with white.” Nanami smiled innocently at him. Cheeky bastard.
“Well, I wanted to say that her hair is as blond as yours, but now I’m not so sure anymore.”
“She shouldn’t look too much like me.”
“Why not? She takes after you.”
Nanami was silent, and Gojou looked properly at him again. The gears in Nanami’s mind were working loudly. He wasn’t meeting his eyes and instead fixated some place near Gojou’s collarbone.
“Actually,” Nanami said after some time, finger drawing absentmindedly small circles on Gojou’s chest, “I hope our kid takes after you.”
Gojou laughed, startling Nanami to look up, and he could see the flushed cheeks. “Are you sure?”
“Well,” Nanami grumbled defensively, “I said take after you and not be you. I couldn’t deal with two of you.”
Gojou swallowed, before he asked, “What’s she like?”
Nanami tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. “Carefree,” he said. “Laughing. Strong. I want her to accomplish anything she sets her mind on.”
“She’s barely walking,” Gojou laughed quietly and tightened his arms around Nanami.
“She accomplished that because she set her mind on it.”
“She got that persistence from you.”
Nanami took a long breath. “It’s not possible that she takes after the both of us.”
“It is with theoretical kids.”
Nanami nodded hesitantly.
“You want to stop here?” Gojou asked, unjudging, and Nanami nodded again.
Slowly and without hurry Gojou rolled them both over until Nanami’s back touched the mattress. Nanami went without resistance, arms now loosely next to his head, looking up at Gojou over him, and Gojou thought that Nanami had never looked more open and young and vulnerable than in this moment, like a wrong word or touch might break him, guard down and completely and utterly at Gojou’s mercy.
Gojou bent down and kissed him, breath hitching in his throat when Nanami’s hands stayed on the mattress, greatly and simply and gratefully accepting what was offered to him.
Nanami’s lips were not quite warm but open, and Gojou poured his heart in, pressing closer and breathing harshly when their tongues met.
It had been a long day and an emotionally exhausting evening, although altogether a day to remember and memorise and burn into every cell of his body. They were tired, but Gojou didn’t want to break the connection that they had established in this moment just yet, intimate and close and loving, so he didn’t. He moved to not put his whole weight onto Nanami without losing the touch of his lips, kissing Nanami properly again once he found a good position.
They fell asleep like this, both on their sides and facing each other, close and between kisses, and in his dreams Gojou saw Nanami picking up their little girl.
I had to pick my jaw off the ground because my mouth was agape throughout. This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a while. Omg. Thank you for writing this😭💖
no one ever talks about gimli being not even slightly tempted by the ring. motherfucker had no hesitation just walked up with his axe and immediately tried to wreck it. obviously that didn’t work but like, the ring had zero visible effect on him. amazing… gold sickness in the line of durin WHOMST?? not in gimli son of gloin
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i can’t talk shit about the pirates of the caribbean films as if elizabeth swann becoming pirate king didn’t hand my entire ass to me and make me the gay i am today
these 2 looks basically defined my sexuality and i’m not afraid to admit it
things pirates of the caribbean got right:
1. will and elizabeth’s love story
2. elizabeth becoming pirate king
3. avoiding sexualizing elizabeth or the other female pirate characters in the first 3 films by allowing them to wear period-accurate pirate outfits that aren’t tailored to be revealing and impractical for ‘sex appeal’ just because they’re women
4. hans zimmer’s entire score but especially the iconic ‘he’s a pirate’ main theme
5. When the movie came out, morally-gray characters like Jack were actually not really a thing yet in pop culture, and it’s not Pirates’ fault that there are a ton of stupid shitty copycats out there.
6. I run a corseting panel at cons and literally use Elizabeth’s lace-up scene as a video clip of what historical corseting was actually like, because the only thing they got wrong in this scene is that tightlacing wouldn’t be a thing for about another 200 years (and you couldn’t tightlace with the corset style Elizabeth is wearing anyway). It’s one of the most accurate corseting scenes I’ve ever seen.
7. Will’s hat.
8. That scene with all the pirates on the gallows where that little boy starts singing Hoist the Colours? Yeah, that’s fucking legendary. The rest of AWE was kind of a trash fire, but that scene gave me goosebumps.
9. There’s this great shot in the first one where they really drive home the class differences inherent in this time period by having the governor talking about progress and civilization to Elizabeth in their carriage, and then they cut to a shot outside the carriage where a beggar gets splashed by mud from the wheel. It’s a perfect way to underline that everything is not, in fact, a nice little upper-class fairytale, and to give some weight to Will’s storyline, because he has a lot more in common with that beggar than with the governor.
10. For its time, the CGI was fucking amazing.
11. And let’s not forget the work of the makeup department, which had to actually invent new ways of putting on makeup for this movie.
12. The governor’s death scene. Holy shit.
13. They could have gone with a Jack/Will/Elizabeth love triangle, but they didn’t. There are some hints Jack is in love (or at least in lust) with Elizabeth, but he recognizes that she loves Will, and that’s that.
15. The introduction of fantasy elements to historical fiction outside of Tolkein-esque fantasy, and how it contributed to and expanded the Fantasy Media boom we’re still enjoying today.
2. They had a woman pirate right in the first film, when the tradition is to only show male ones (hell, the PotC ride at Disney had a wench auction scene until recently). And it was a female pirate of colour at that!
3. Elizabeth may not have known how to fight in the first film, but she wasn’t helpless either. Her first instinct was to fight, but she also had the brains to recognize when it was best to hide instead. Plus when given the chance she stabbed Barbosa that one time.
4. Elizabeth’s lack of fighting ability was not simply because she was a woman, it was clear it was due to her societal circumstances, since we saw other women of different socioeconomic backgrounds being able to fight (and when given the opportunity to learn Elizabeth took to fighting like a duck on water).
5. The Hoist the Colours scene where we see pirates of multiple ethnicities and their varying flags, reminding us that pirates came in all shapes and sizes and weren’t just white men.
6. One of the Pirate Lords being yet ANOTHER woman of colour. She may not have had much of a speaking role if memory serves, but even her presence is already a big deal.
7. The pirates accepting their King is a woman without much fuss.
I’m pretty sure that female Chinese pirate was a nod to a real, documented female pirate king who was Chinese and had a whole fleet of ships at her disposal but I can’t remember her name rn
My favorite part about the Bretheren Court voting wasn’t that they were against Elizabeth for becoming King as a woman and newcomer. They were pissed at Jack for being a chaotic neutral who broke the decades long tradition of an egotistical stalemate by voting for someone besides himself.
Also, the deleted scenes from Black Pearl and At World’s End that divulge more of Jack’s troubled past, like how he was branded as a pirate by the East Indian Trading Company because he stole a ship full of slaves and freed them.
OH OH OH AND ALSO : INDIAN PIRATE LORD SAMBHAJI ANGRIA
Indians almost never get any representation - it’s either poor savages or audaciously rich royalty. And even though the accent was ridiculous, I love the fact that the creators knew and showed Indian pirates (given we’ve had a historically rich history of piracy)
They did have some excellent elements. I personally loved the use of whimsy and absurdity to define Jack’s strangely good luck as his defining characteristic. He wasn’t exactly good at his job, but he was excellent at relying on his luck and his small set of skills. That’s why he didn’t have much trouble relying on others. He had a sort of nuanced idea that everyone has a talent and they can be counted upon to fall into it. I appreciated that. I think I would have liked the subsequent films more, had his character not been increasingly overacted as Depp fell into a niche
