Bittersweet Thing

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Creator's Statement

This work is a creative expression born out of love for the story “Bittersweet Thing” written by the beloved author sweetandsure. The unfinished story, and the author’s disappearance, has left behind a quiet devastation and a love that has nowhere to land. What you see here rises from that ache — from the grief, from the not-knowing, from devotion that refuses to fade. It exists because to let it disappear feels impossible.

The content shared here is not official, and it does not represent the author’s views, intentions, or interpretations in any way. It is simply a way of remembering something that ended without goodbye.

With deep respect and gratitude, this work is dedicated entirely to sweetandsure.

The content generally follows the original story, as well as the author’s one-shot pieces. At times, it may also drift into the newer version of the story. And sometimes, it may step into the spaces between the words — imagining moments never written, scenes that might have happened, or could still happen, somewhere in this universe’s past, present, or future.

Be warned, this blog contains spoilers for "Bittersweet Thing". To fully appreciate the content, it is recommended that you read the story first.

All AI generated characters and depictions are fictional and exist solely within this literary universe. They are not reflections of real people — only echoes of a story that manages to haunt waking hours and inhabit dreams. Devastatingly so.

This is a fan-made project. A love letter. A quiet vigil. A shared grief.

It is important to note that while the story deals with sensitive and controversial themes, including incest and underage sexual activity, this is purely a fictional story. The creator does not condone, promote, or support such practices in real life. These themes are presented solely within the context of the fictional narrative and do not reflect personal views or values. All content is intended to comply with applicable laws regarding age, consent, and ethical conduct.

By engaging with this content, viewers/readers acknowledge that they are doing so with full knowledge of its themes and the context in which they are presented. Please proceed accordingly, with awareness and respect for the sensitive nature of the material.

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Peanut

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Please, please give them this HEA ...

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it's there- in the way a glance lingers, in the quiet space between words that never quite get spoken.

nothing direct. nothing easy to name.

just something that lingers where it shouldn't and long after you should've let it go.

Ellie Evans

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some men walk into a room and take up space.

others don't have to.

everything adjusts anyway- like it was already his long before you got there.

the kind of presence you don't mistake twice.

measured. deliberate. untouchable.

Nicolas Cordova

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Ellie looks at the name scribbled on the piece of paper she holds in her hands, a torn bit of lined paper, worn soft from her own fingers. Folded, refolded, opened and closed so many times…

Three simple words on a crumpled piece of paper - and suddenly, the universe shifted.

What looked like an ordinary note became the spark that rewrote two stories into one. In the creases of that paper lived a confession brave enough to change everything, soft enough to feel like fate, and powerful enough to turn a single moment into the beginning of forever.

It wasn't just ink on paper - it was a doorway. And they walked through it together.

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Ellie flips open the back of her phone, slipping out the photograph she found- the only thing she's ever found, that's at all hinted that she even has a father and didn't just ... spring out of the ground like a cabbage-patch baby or bloom, flower-lie, like Thumbelina.

It's almost as worn as the paper, the photo folded and creased between her mother's seventeen-year-old face and the boy beside her. They're both looking into the camera, both grinning, both a bit blurred by the glow of streetlights behind them.

It's not a good photo, not by any stretch, but it's a snapshot in time, a freeze-frame moment from seventeen years ago...

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Oh sweetandsure, just know that my New Year's wish was for you to return to your writing and for you to complete Bittersweet Thing.

I would give up anything and everything, even life itself, if it meant you would come back to this story.

You don't even know how obsessed I am with it.

Wishing you a Happy New Year and hope you are doing well, wherever you are.

(fingers crossed that somehow you see these posts)

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Their hands touch, but for the weight of his eyes, his face doesn’t change as his palm slides against hers, his fingers brush her wrist and she knows it has to be intentional, a stroke of his thumb along the inside of her wrist, barely noticeable but she’s so strung tight she thinks she can hear his heartbeat like a echoing thump beneath hers.

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It's a long way down But no one in this crowd Can stop me hitting the ground

'Cos now I've got Nothing to hold the falling So how can I survive this sinking feeling 'Cos now I've got nothing to hold the falling So how can I survive this sinking feeling

PLEASE, PLEASE SWEETANDSURE COME BACK,

GAWD I LOVE NICO AND ELLIE SO00000000000 MUCH!

IT'S FUCKIN' KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!!

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"We've done this before, haven't we? Found each other in the middle of lifetimes, pulled together by something stronger than time or death. And we'll do it again, in the next life, and the one after that, until we've lived every love story our souls were meant to tell."

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For those of you who are obsessed with the world that sweetandsure has built with Bittersweet Thing ... be sure to check out the A03 original story "There is No Grief" which is so beautifully written and follows Sergei, with glimpses into the lives of Nico, Ellie and the Cordovas from an outside perspective. So well done. Sadly unfinished.

What I also love is how this author demonstrates Sergei's acceptance of the relationship between Nico and Ellie, giving us hope for the long term viability of this taboo relationship.

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No words ...

How sweetandsure, how?!!!!

What kind of beautiful mind do you have? My gawd!!!!!!

Bittersweet Thing is literary perfection!

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The noise of the street, the city— The world outside of the bubble they exist in when it’s just them alone, bleeds into their quiet, fracturing it, piece by piece. But all he can do is look at her and wonder if he’s not having some fever dream… But Ellie leans forward, and when her lips touch his, soft and warm, it’s like it’s a ghost of a kiss, a memory of one lingering; like she’s just as full of words and questions and worries as he is that there’s no room for anything else. It’s— He doesn’t know. It’s something aching and painful and too much to think about.

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There's nothing sexier to Ellie than a man who makes her feel safe enough to surrender. It's in the steady tone of Nico's voice, the way he listens like there is no one else in the world but her, the way he wraps his arms around her letting her know he wants her for who she is, the way his presence feels like home. It's that connection between her and Nico that allows her to trust, to surrender. Not out of weakness, but out love in its purest form, the kind that allows her to breathe and lean in without second guessing what's real.