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☆ game of thrones masterlist
☆ house of the dragon masterlist
☆ top gun masterlist
☆ jjk masterlist
☆ miscellaneous & completed masterlists (misc: 10 things i hate about you, lord of the rings. completed: the quarry, genshin impact, spiderverse, dead poets society, the outsiders.)
recently written (completed fandoms not included):
☁︎⋅ series / collection - ATBIEL (nanami)
☁︎⋅ event - no recents
☁︎⋅ game of thrones - a patchwork of blood and battles (jon) || the night we met (standstill)
☁︎⋅ house of the dragon - here we come (dbm) || won’t stop running (‘til we reach the sun) (jacaerys)
☁︎⋅ top gun - 12:29 AM (bob) || a waiting game (bob)
☁︎⋅ jujutsu kaisen - hate yourself (toji) || closest to heaven (sukuna)
☁︎⋅ misc - two months (patrick verona) || the moon will sing (legolas)
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nanami kento x fem!reader ; a reincarnation anthology *ੈ✩‧₊˚
a/n ☆: every fic is connected by you learning more and more about the conditions of nanami’s deaths, but they can be read separately if you so desire :) i am so notorious for putting my multi-chapter fics into hiatus, so i genuinely am going to try and write (or at least draft) every single one of these fics before releasing chapters. enjoy, and pray i don’t lose my nanami fixation before it’s over </3
SYNOPSIS - you’ve always felt a draw towards one specific man. no matter who you are, nor who he seems to be in this life, some things remain the same: his salt-crusted blond hair, his sharp brownish eyes, and your unwavering desire to save his life. can you usher him past the age of 27, or will you fail, time and time again?
INCLUDES: main character death (of course), angst, fluff, beaches/the ocean as a consistent theme, smut/implications of smut (unsure if i’ll write full scenes), historical inaccuracies, technically nanami isnt japanese in some but his soul(?) remains the same, the presence of jujutsu sorcery, violence, mental health struggles, suicide, etc. -> more will be outlined in the individual fic.
MASTERLIST
0. INTRO / CHAPTER 1 TEASER: Through Every Door
1. FEUDAL JAPAN: With the Roar of the Fire, My Heart Rose to Its Feet
2. ITALIAN RENAISSANCE: title tbd
3. WILD WEST: title tbd
4. JAZZ AGE: title tbd
5. CURRENT DAY: title tbd
6+. Request a time/place! I’m still in the planning stages of this series, so any requests will be taken into consideration. The ones listed are the ones I have planned for the storyline, but anything that sparks my interest may take their place. Otherwise, I can write quick drabbles about your suggestions.
if i ever interacted with you and it was awkward just know im sorry and painfully aware that sometimes i come off like a person who is having the first conversation of their life
Idk if this will get me canceled but hatred for chosoyuki runs through my veins. Free me from the shackles of only ever seeing art of them together I like them separately 💔
- yearner fratkuna. that’s it, pretty much. (sukuna x fem!reader, references sex and alcohol but nothing explicit, bittersweet, based on jackie and wilson by hozier bc it can be)
a/n - small drabble after being gone so long :,) i have a longer toji fic & atbiel in the works, but no promises yet
Sukuna isn’t one to dream.
When a woman leaves his bed, smelling like sex and perfume and the musk of his sweat, he watches her go with a smirk. He doesn’t call. In fact, he doesn’t even think about her again. He’ll let her watch as he leans in close to another girl at another party with another drink in his hand. It’s just the way he is—the way he always has been, and the way he always will be.
And yet, he can’t help but wish, when he looks at you. You’re curled under his sheets, the lump of blankets covering you rising and falling with every perfect breath. You smell like sweetness and sin, irises and sunshine, and something that so cruelly evades identification in his mind. When he reaches out, he can drag a rough finger down the soft skin of your back and feel a tingle that has nothing to do with lust.
There’s no party in his mind as his red eyes drag over your form. Fireworks, maybe. Color bursting across an indigo sky, reflecting in the gleam of your eyes like the world just knows those beautiful things deserve to be celebrated. A joyride after he steals your keys, dragging you across the city with no destination in mind. His hand on your thigh, the wind frizzing up whatever perfect hairstyle you picked out for date night.
A shotgun wedding, with a ring that costs more than he gets paid in half a year, and the wedding dress he found when stalking your Pinterest. Your smile, so bright it scares the shadows from under his eyes, when you say “I do”. Your finger tracing the lines of his tattoos after your first night as a married couple.
There’s… a lot of things that flit by in his head, one after another, like recordings of a life he’s never lived.
When did he become so sappy?
It’s not like he likes you, he tells himself. You’re just better than most of his hookups. That’s why he watches with narrowed eyes when you leave, and calls when he misses you your bed, and has stopped flirting with random people. The way his name falls out of your mouth, all breathy like you’re pumping air into his lungs, doesn’t affect him.
Maybe he’s never been called “baby” in such a soft way before. Maybe he enjoys how you, and only you, run your hands through his hair after he fucks you into the mattress. Maybe naming your future children in his head is just him being pussydrunk and delirious—a true sign of how good you are.
It’s a weak defense, at best. In his heart, he knows it isn’t normal that his pulse hums your name. He won’t ever tell you, though—that’s too much. You’d run, or laugh, or deny that Sukuna Ryomen could ever fall in love with a person that isn’t himself. He’s not wired that way.
He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his chest to your warm back, his arms locking around your waist like he’s expecting you to escape when he falls asleep. He buries his face in your neck and takes a deep inhale, as if every molecule of your scent that doesn’t enter his lungs is a precious thing wasted. He presses a soft kiss there, too.
When he sleeps, he will dream of you. His arms will tighten, and his brows will furrow, and he will hope against all hope that you are dreaming of him, too.
It always kills me when I see my real name being used in fanfics as a side character for the plot 😭 I also have a longstanding internet name that’s so common to find in fics. Both are jarring !
