I Have And I Loved It -w-

I have and I loved it -w-

On one hand I want to tell people in graphic detail how Porter would willingly cut open his chest and break all of his ribs out of his ribcage one by one in front of William while he watches in a strangely homoerotic way just because he asked him to but on the other hand I don't want people to think I'm some sort of freak

Well that sounds slightly concerning

I accidentally turned him into a cannibal oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no-

Oh definitely - Darlin' is a do more speak less kind of person, like they know firsthand that a lot of the time words do jack shit so they just do the best thing to provide comfort that they can think of

On one hand I want to tell people in graphic detail how Porter would willingly cut open his chest and break all of his ribs out of his ribcage one by one in front of William while he watches in a strangely homoerotic way just because he asked him to but on the other hand I don't want people to think I'm some sort of freak

I am on that cozy shit (I just got out of an ice cold bath after an hour and am now snuggled up in my blankie)

Half cooked thought

Is the immortal Gavin x mortal freelancer angst absolutely delicious? Of course, of course.

However, picture this:

It's been a quite some time since the Freelancer has deceased, Gavin learned to live with the grief once again instead of slowly rotting away, once again out. Yet, with the certainty that he will never meet anyone like them, will never love someone as much as he loved them, if he ever brings himself to loving anyone like he loved his deviant.

That is, until he finds them again.

Working at a 7/11.

A freelancer with their same eyes, same voice, same soul. Simply impossible, but they're right in front of him, smiling (with their same smile) and asking him if that'll be all.

His mind is running 1.000 miles a millisecond. This is impossible, he was right beside them when they passed, all wrinkles and a satisfied expression, a face that only a person that lived a beautiful life could have.

Yet, there they are, no wrinkles and a confused expression at the gorgeous man borderline gawking in front of them. They looked exactly like they did the day they met, even the location was the same.

He quickly learns, after this one passes away as well, that they come back. Again and again. Always looking the same, same soul, same pleasure, same core.

I guess even death can't stop true love. And a stubborn freelancer set on loving their arrogant incubus. <3

Was just checking if "dubiously consensual cannibalism" was a tag that already existed on ao3 for a fic I'm working on and I was pleased to see that the oldest fic for that tag is a Dracula one shot