#jerlan

[honeyscovet]

Jeremy, very drunk: points to Landon That’s my boyfriend, fuckers!

Ilya, quietly: Your husband, sir.

Jeremy: my hUSBAND! EVEN BETTER!

[zendayas-wh0re]

reminder that jeremy was canonically on that sex app to track landons activity and had many similar kinks considering cecily matched with him when she specifically put in all those links based on what landon likes

(im not saying they fucked, but they did)

[allariablack]

JerLan - Letter to my Husband

To my husband, my forever,

There are nights when I lie awake and watch you sleep, wondering if this is real—if we are real. If I close my eyes, I can still taste the venom of our hatred, feel the sharp edge of every cruel word we once hurled at each other. We were reckless, violent, self-destructive—a war bound in flesh and fire. I wanted to break you, and you wanted to burn me to the ground.

And yet, here we are.

I have always been obsessed with you, Landon. Whether it was with my hate or with my love, my mind has never known a moment where you did not exist within it. Even in the days we stood on opposite ends of the battlefield, I was still yours. My thoughts were filled with you, my rage was carved for you, my hands ached to touch you—even if only to hurt you.

But love is just another form of destruction, isn’t it?

I think I started loving you when you smirked at me in that dark alley, cigarette between your lips, daring me to do something about the fire you lit inside me. I think I knew you would be mine when you let me touch you that night, even though we both pretended it meant nothing. It was always you, wasn’t it? You, with your goddamn arrogance, your sharp tongue, your chaos wrapped in elegance. You, who made my blood boil, who made me lose control, who pulled me apart and put me back together without even realizing it.

You have always been my obsession, Landon King. And now, you are my husband.

Even now, I still crave you like I did back then. My need for you is not gentle—it is violent, all-consuming, endless. You should know that by now. The way my hands still tighten around your waist, the way my lips still trace every inch of you, the way I still grow jealous when anyone dares to look at you for a second too long.

You are mine.

And I am yours, in a way that both terrifies and completes me.

Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever stop wanting you the way I did when I first realized I couldn’t live without you. But then you look at me—with those sharp, wicked eyes that once held so much hatred, now drowning in love—and I know.

I will want you like this forever.

I will love you as long as I breathe.

I will destroy anything that tries to take you from me.

We are not a love story written in soft words and tender touches. We are a love story written in obsession and ruin, in fire and devotion, in the blood of those who dared to come between us.

I would burn the world for you, Landon. And I know, without a doubt, that you would do the same for me.

So here’s to us. To our war that became love. To our love that will never die.

Your forever, Jeremy Volkov

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To my ruin, my obsession, my husband, my greatest temptation

Jeremy, if someone had told me years ago that I would one day wake up with you in my bed, your ring on my finger, your name wrapped around my soul like a brand, I would have laughed in their face. Because you and I were not meant to be a love story.

We were meant to destroy each other.

I still remember the first time I hated you. Hated the way you looked at me as if I was something you could own. Hated the way your presence filled up every space I entered, like a shadow I could never outrun. Hated the way my heart picked up speed whenever you smirked at me like you knew something I didn’t.

But the worst part? I loved it.

I loved the way you made my blood burn. Loved the way you challenged me, infuriated me, made me reckless. Loved the way our war was always laced with something neither of us wanted to name. It was always you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I think some part of me knew it from the very beginning.

And now, here we are.

Husband. I never thought I would wear that title, much less for you. And yet, I do, and I wear it like a crown, like a warning, like a declaration to the world that I am yours and you are mine. Forever.

It should scare me how much I need you, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes me want you more.

There are moments when I catch you looking at me—like I’m something worth worshiping—and it makes me want to tear you apart and put you back together just to remind you that I am just as obsessed with you as you are with me. You are my favorite thing to break. My favorite thing to ruin. My favorite thing to love.

And I do love you, Jeremy.

In the darkest, most twisted way a man can love another.

I love you in the way I refuse to let you out of my sight for too long. I love you in the way I would carve out the hearts of anyone who dares to touch what’s mine. I love you in the way my hands find your skin in the dead of night, tracing every scar, every bruise, every mark I’ve left on you.

You once told me love is just another form of destruction. I used to think you were wrong, but now I know better.

Because you? You have destroyed me completely.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yours, always, Landon King

[psycho2-0]

Kate's Requests pt. 1:

Nikobran and Jerlan going on a double date unknowingly because they kept their relationship a secret and while they are on a date the twins discover who their other half is dating. The dating place is an illegal bike race where the winner will get some prize for their lovers that is why Jer and Niko took Lan and Bran there Fun fact: Jeremy and Niko know who their best friend is dating but not the twins.

The underground biker race roared to life under a sky cloaked in moonlight and smoke. Engines growled, neon lights flickered, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. The illegal track sprawled out in twists and turns, with a hefty prize awaiting the winner—enough to impress any lover.  

Jeremy Volkov stood by his sleek black motorcycle, his arm slung casually around Landon King’s waist. Landon, dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, that’s undoubtedly, one of Jeremy’s, glanced around with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.  

“This is…different,” Landon remarked, his voice light with teasing.  

Jeremy smirked, his gray eyes locking onto him. “Only the best for you, Кукла (Doll).”  

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the track, Nikolai Sokolov leaned against his bike, towering over Brandon King, who crossed his arms, feigning disinterest.  

“This better be worth it,” Brandon said, side-eyeing Nikolai.  

“You’ll see,” Nikolai replied, his voice smooth and laced with mischief. “I plan to win something for you, Lotus Flower.”  

The twins, unbeknownst to each other, stood at opposite ends of the chaotic venue, each utterly oblivious to the presence of the other.  

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The starting signal blasted through the air, and the bikes shot forward, a blur of speed and adrenaline. Jeremy and Nikolai dominated the pack, their engines roaring as they cut through the competition.  

Landon stood near the edge of the track, his heart racing as he watched Jeremy maneuver with ruthless precision. Beside him, Jeremy’s little sister, Annika, chuckled.  

“Jeremy’s pulling out all the stops,” Annika cheered, elbowing Landon.  

Landon rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips. “He better.”  

On the opposite side, Brandon watched Nikolai weave through the competitors, his jaw clenched despite the thrill coursing through him. Maya leaned over with a smirk.  

“Niko’s going to win, you know,” she said confidently.  

“He better not embarrass me,” Brandon muttered, though his lips twitched with amusement.  

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As the race neared its end, the crowd surged forward, cheering wildly. Jeremy and Nikolai were neck and neck, their bikes screaming down the final stretch. With a daring move, Jeremy crossed the finish line a hair’s breadth ahead of Nikolai.  

Landon cheered, his hands clapping as Jeremy dismounted and strode toward him. His grin was wide, cocky, and entirely victorious.  

“Looks like I’m the best, after all,” Jeremy said, pulling Landon into his arms.  

On the other side, Nikolai parked his bike and approached Brandon with a wolfish grin.  

“I’ll admit, I let him win,” Nikolai said, his voice dripping with mock humility.  

Brandon snorted, crossing his arms. “Sure you did.”  

As the crowd shifted, the pairs began to gravitate toward the prize podium. It was then, amidst the chaos, that the twins spotted each other.  

“Landon?” Brandon’s voice cut through the noise, sharp with confusion.  

Landon froze, his eyes snapping to his brother. “Brandon? What the hell are you doing here?”  

The realization hit them like a lightning strike. Landon’s gaze flicked from Brandon to Nikolai, his jaw dropping.  

“You’re dating him?” Landon asked, pointing an accusatory finger at Nikolai.  

Brandon’s eyes widened as he looked between Landon and Jeremy. “And you’re with him?”  

Jeremy and Nikolai exchanged amused glances, their expressions utterly unapologetic.  

“You knew about this?” Landon demanded, turning to Jeremy.  

“Of course,” Jeremy said, his smirk widening. “Best friends don’t keep secrets.”  

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Brandon asked, glaring at Nikolai.  

“Where’s the fun in that?” Nikolai said with a shrug, his hand slipping around Brandon’s waist.  

The twins exchanged a mix of disbelief and exasperation before turning back to their partners.  

“This doesn’t mean we’re okay with it,” Landon said, though his protest lacked conviction.  

Brandon sighed, shaking his head. “We’re going to need a long conversation after this.”  

Jeremy leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “How about we save that for later? Right now, you owe me a kiss for that win.”  

Nikolai mirrored the sentiment, pulling Brandon closer. “And you owe me for making you look good out here.”  

Despite their indignation, the twins couldn’t help but soften under their partners’ touch.

Part 2

[fabiochampioraro]

Ok listen i’d die for someone to write some jerlan based on the intimacy scenes of All Ghosts Aren’t Dead, like Samuel reminds me of Jeremy with how obsessed and possessive he is.

I NEED Jeremy and Landon to use this dialogue here

[sleepless-winter-nights]

So can anyone gimme some ideas , I am planning to write up a time travel story in which Landon travels back in time to save his brother Brandon from his s*icide. It will be angsty.

Time travel will have a heavy impact on everyone

So I need some ideas on how to proceed with this.

Pls give me some ideas. I also remember sending similar prompts to others.

[harry-rizz-potter]

Concept 1#

God of legacy by rina kent

So I was readying a Jerlan fic when I thought of this I’m not gonna write it because I’m a bad writer but I do love me a good story line idea so here you go and more to come

What if they was actually gods like Landon and Brandon as Apollo and Artemis Jeremy as ares Nikolai as Orion/Athena

(Saw a TikTok with the ship of Apollo and ares and I was hooked)

[magnificentwolfface]

I have an unpopular opinion and my opinion is I don't like Brandon King.

I'm sorry I tried to get into his character but I really don't. But I do love Glyndon King.

And I love everyone else.

Anyone else?

Don't hate me please 😭.