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the admission comes perhaps out of guilt. the silence of her hum and smile suffocating in a camp fit for way more people. fit for an expedition, not... two of them. not just two people. it's odd to feel suffocated in such an open space, palm to chest, fingers pressed to fabric, to feel the tick tick tick of their heart and soothe at the action. "don't get too excited, just because i admitted you might be right doesn't mean i think i'm entirely wrong." a finger pointed towards her, waved in warning, moving to try to fill the space around them more.

maybe the world won't feel as big, then.

"i know you do, lune, i want to find them all. anyone who could have survived, but —" a breath, in out in out, the press of ribs to skin on an inhale. "— maelle is the first lead we have to possible survivors. it could be more than just maelle, it could —" they roll to their feet, pacing now, as ill-advised as it probably is of them to do. "— even if it's a trap, i don't think the man on the beach would go through such lengths, he could just stroll in and kill us both." they point out, gesturing between them.

@demainvient said : ❛ there. i said it. we're communicating so much better now, no? ❜ / INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

“ hm. ” she smiles, slight, at his admission. the camp feels so empty, with only the two of them still — when she had thought of how the expedition would go, she had always imagined it bustling with the presence of all of their group. even when making the plans of when they started losing members ( because how could it be anything else ? group upon group who had gone and never returned, not one of them. even if she had put her faith in his lumina convertor, and she now saw it worked, she had expected some of them to fall. but it had been one thing to expect some and another for this ). once maelle was with them it'd be different, somewhat better at least. she may have thought it was better to stick to their original plan, but since they were going to what was most certainly a trap... “ and isn't that a relief. ”

( they would need to, if they intended to clear the way to the paintress. still, she cannot lie and say it is a comfortable conversation. fuck the mission, he had said, and even now it brings a chuckle out of her. )

“ i want to find her too, you know. ” her expression softens, slightly. “ just because i disagree with your idea doesn't mean i don't. ” she may think it was a trap, that it'd end terribly, but it did not mean she did not want to find maelle too.

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they shake like a leaf, bent in her arms and curling around her sweat-soaked and bare. it's lessens, slowly, brought on less by fear and more by the sweat-chill that sinks into their bones. ( cold, so cold. the ice-touch of death and blood loss as verso's face swam in their vision, blurry and unrecognizable and how gustave panicked in a fever-haze until they faded away again. )

a sigh whistles out of them, body slumping against her's and clutching tighter when she dares to pull back. a wordless noise of protest, but exhaustion has settled in, making it easy for her to slip away. gustave curls in on themself, fingers tracing where metal meets flesh at their shoulder in efforts to self-soothe.

they watch every movement she makes in quiet relief. slowly evening out their breathing, slowly settling more into their skin. they don't move off the floor, metal hand digging through sweat-soaked curls. ringlets catch on metal briefly.

her question draws them back, blinking slowly and too long. they don't want to go to bed. they — don't want to do much of anything, but they know logically fresh air might do them some good. ( they should shower, but the thought of water raining down makes their heart stutter-click in an almost painful way that steals their breath. )

"a walk might do good." they rasp, finally, after too long of a pause, slowly rising on shaking limbs to stand. "i don't — want to put clothes on sweaty though, but —" gustave shivers, fingers reaching for the drawer to dig around for a shirt almost mechanically.

her arms comes to wrap around them gently , fingers tracing patterns into their skin ( careful to avoid scars ). ❛ no apologies , mon coeur. ❜ she tries to assure them , her voice comes out in whisper. these nights frequent , waking to that of gustave's terror. how sophie wishes she could take it away. free hand comes to run fingers through dark curls. ❛ we're all safe. ❜ she repeats to them , a kiss placed atop their head. ❛ i won't anything harm you. ❜ despite the safety of lumière  , she doesn't promise it. she couldn't , not after she had lost them the first time. it sinks low into her chest to think about it , back in that moment of them not following down , the sound of maelle's scream. but she doesn't allow herself to live there , brings herself and attention back to focus on them. ❛ i'm going to get the sheets changed. ❜ she knows sleep will not come for either of them again , but the offer remains the same. she's slow to leave them , almost regretfully so. she stands , moving to work removing sweat soaked sheets and toss them aside.

gaze wanders back to them , a glance over her shoulder. ❛ almost done , promise. ❜ that she can give them , crossing room to closet and retrieving change of sheets. ❛ if you're not feeling bed , we could go for some fresh air. a walk , or maybe even a spar ? ❜ she offers in form of a question , anything to get their mind back to the present.

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mains/exclusives call!! though id much rather do mains than exclusives. Will contact ya'll after I get off work today, my only prerequisite is that we've at least spoken/plotted or written together

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all thought goes out, there is nothing here but her and them and the way she swallows them down. gustave keens, whines and withers, fingers dug deeper into her hair as she sucks them down. "sophie, sophie please." babbling, rambling her name off like its all they can think of.

gustave can't help it, arching up, thrusting just slightly to press their length deeper down, seeking that wet heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat around them. her name is a mantra on their mouth, mixed with a chorus of pleads and whimpers and how they're really not going to last sophie if she keeps doing that please please.

gustave glances, head craned down and their fingers tighten at the back of her head. oh, oh it's a mistake, looking down because gustave sobs then, flushed red from their cheeks to their neck to their ears. "fuck you look so pretty like this sophie fuck, fuck sophie i won't last i'm going to come please please." it's just a rambling stream, thighs tensing and flexing, fighting the urge to close around her head and hold her there.

the way her name trembles from their lips , the encouragement to continue. she enjoys the way fingers tangle in dark strands , relishing into gustave's touch. tongue plays across head of their length , savoring salty taste upon it. she continues , running along underside , while cheeks begin to hollow. she knows what she does to them , loves how much they come undone for her in these shared moments that are just the pair of them. it's moments like these are so easy to get lost in , moments like these that she loves the most. where center of focus is on gustave , taking care of them. the initial worries are lost , though there had never been much weight to them. gustave was hers , they always had been. an invisible string that wrapped them so closely together. hand wraps around what length sophie can not fit within mouth , working in same motion. she wants them right at the edge , to build them up. dark lashes flutter open , blue hues searching for the familiar hazel of theirs. her own thighs rub together for friction , searching for her own sort of relief from heat that pools between them. free handle settles onto their thigh for support , nails digging into skin. soft moans come from her own lips as she continues to work them.

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gustave can't remember the last time they felt this content. watching the sun glint off her skin, the flutter of curtains from the lightly open window. they're just watching her, content but tired in a way that they feel relaxed. ( tired, in a way that only comes from that feeling of complete safety. bliss enshrined in the bubble they've tucked themselves into. )

their mouth descends upon her, a hunger born of love and desire and happiness. their chest feels so full, lips against her neck, her jaw, humming and vibrating at the pearls of laughter that escape her. "i can't help it." gustave keens, panting at bit as their teeth scrape her throat, trailing lower, to collarbones and the swell of her breasts. fuck, her legs wrap around them, and gustave groans and presses their hard length against her slow and purposeful.

"the thought of you, so full of me, stomach swelling because of me..." gustave shakes, hands wrapping around her, mouth back up to her ear and nipping at her lobe. "... you round with our child, safe and beautiful." gustave gasps it, adjusting, arching to press the tip of them inside her, teasing but also desperate. "fuck, sophie, please can i...

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ @demainvient : ( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

early morning sun sets their bedroom aglow. how long had they been wrapped together in sheets , small talking hours away ? she takes in the sight of them. the same gustave , but different. eyes tired , no matter how much rest. a body covered in scars. but still , her gustave. laughter echoes from her frame as their lips are upon her skin. trailing from jaw to neck. she settles against the bed , lifting chin to give them better access. ❛ when i said we could try again . . . i wasn't expecting this soon. ❜ she teases , brushing slender fingers through curls. leg comes to curl around their waist , pressing bodies further together. her hips rise to meet theirs in teasing manner , soft whimper escaping from her. how lucky she is. to have them still here , to be together for another chance. a life settled down , trying to pick up the pieces of the people they were before. maybe , they would never get there. but they had each other. nails trace down their back , careful to avoid scars that mark skin now. their name falls from her as soft whine , already desperate for them.

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Tim Kano and Nikita Kato as Leo & Abigail Tanaka NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 9229 (2025)

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apricot carmine

I knew it, damn all those D.A.R.E. and internet safety talks were right.

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lilac!! ✨ (and also raspberry. i have some things to discuss with the big guy and need backup)

Back at you friend!!! (No let's go let's meet up and talk with the big guy)

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being covered in hickeys and lovebites wouldn't fix me but it would feel sooo good

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where did we go wrong ?

they're stalled on the street, petals swirling in the breeze. it's another year, another gommage, another expedition. gustave hadn't wanted to drag themself down here, emma certainly hadn't, not after sebastian gommaged a year prior. the knowledge that she'll be the surviving member of the lavalley family has pushed her further to encourage growth. gustave can't fault her for that.

gustave can't fault her for not wanting to come down, either. it feels stupid, parading around knowing they're not losing anyone. knowing this year, at least, they are safe from the gommage. next year, though... a rock pits their stomach, the blazing 34 in the sky like an omen.

one more year, huh.

gustave pauses, sophie's voice drawing them back, and they don't know why they're lingering. they've said hello, exchanged friendly conversation as they've done every year since parting ways. they look at her, fingers twirling a flower. ( they have nobody to give it to this year, but maybe they'll find someone. sebastian always made a point to do so. maybe gustave will carry it on. )

"i don't know...." they murmur softly, finally, setting the flower down with such gentleness. "we were good together, soph. i know it's... we're just wasting time, aren't we? staying apart?"

it lingers, that knowledge, a weight dragging at their heels. they both have one more full year left here, before the expedition.

"are you still considering..." gustave shifts, gestures with their hands towards the ocean like that explains it.

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | Sophie and Gustave

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mains/exclusives call!! though id much rather do mains than exclusives. Will contact ya'll after I get off work today, my only prerequisite is that we've at least spoken/plotted or written together

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Don't ask me how I slept. I didn't.

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gustave waits, stills, watching her from the ground with trepidation, now. something akin to wariness as she lingers before falling into them. it brings a relief, a sigh out of their lips as they wind their arms around her and curl her close to them. nothing else matters, nothing can touch them right now. gustave closes their eyes, basking in the feeling, fingers moving to make small, gentle circles in between her shoulder blades, the slightest hint of nails scratching into the fabric of her uniform.

"okay." they murmur, content to let them have this. content to sit here until the stars overhead wink out with the coming day. ( and longer, if the threat of the paintress and the gommage wasn't looming. ) gustave closes their eyes, relishing in the weight of her on their chest, the rise and fall of her chest and feeling of her against them. she's safe. they're both safe. they're all safe.

"hm?" they hum, almost sleepy with their response at the call of their name. something shifts enough for them to blink fully awake from whatever drowsiness had overtaken them. ( peace, that sense of peace, bleeding out like a wound. )

they listen, fingers following her pull to rest against her stomach. instinctually, their fingers curl protectively there, and it takes them a moment. a second to process what she means and --

gustave breathes. in and out. in and out. their eyes flicker over her, searching her for any injury that might have caused it that they didn't know about. ( and they know, logically, that that's not entirely how it works. ) they're still, that weight, that gravity pressing down like it's suddenly suffocating and heavy. dragging them down. gustave lets out a breath like it's a wheeze, a sound that's a sob they're trying to choke back.

"soph --" their hands flicker up, moving to readjust them, to cup her face and hold her as the tears threaten to fall. their own eyes sting, a raw burning in their throat as they swallow down a sob but can't fully hold back the shuttering hitch and gasp of it. "oh, my love." a whine, pulling her closer and pressing her head to their shoulder.

"shh, it's okay, it's --" it's not okay, gustave knows that. neither of them know that this is okay, but they don't know what else to say in that aspect. soothing her and ensuring her that they're not angry at her. ( they would never, ever dare to be angry at her. )

"i've got you love, i'm so sorry. it's not your fault either, love." if they had been -- they cut the thought off, but the whine of grief-anger slips passed like a whimper anyhow. anger for not being there, anger at the situation that lead them to be here. "i'm right here, okay? i'm right here and i'm not going anywhere."

she gives herself a moment before following them to the ground. to really take in the sight of them. in so many ways , they are still her gustave. but so much about them , changed. her free hand lingers , almost as if reaching out. as if she aims to trace the scars upon their face. but she decides against it , taking her place on the ground with them. they pull her to their chest and everything else completely melts away. it's like the night at gestral village. they had found each other again. the idea of death taking them twice now. it threatens another sob from her , but she works to conceal it as a cough. gustave has seen her cry plenty of times before. there is no fear in that. but fear that once it starts, she won't be able to stop. everything held back , could finally break free.

❛ no , i want this moment with you. ❜ she knows that look in their eyes , the question. eyes fall closed , listening to the beat of their heart. both thud and ticking. it's so familiar , the call of home. sophie does not deny her exhaustion , knows they can read her better than that. she holds tight to them , settling within their arms. they are safe , they are here with her. she repeats those words silently , reminds herself. but if she had lost them already , what would stop it from happening again ? she knows those thoughts serve no purpose right now , but still she spirals down them , lost. she breathes in heavily , brings herself back to the present. this moment between them is so gentle , and now she has to break it. they deserve to know. if she keeps them without knowing , it wouldn't be fair. to keep them in a world of bliss and fantasy. she had still lived there herself for a while , denial. denial that gustave was not gone , that it hadn't happened. but she couldn't stay there. they had to move on , they had to go. it's what they would have wanted, to push forward. as almost if instinctually , her free hand comes to rest upon her stomach. for a moment she allows herself to sink into that place of denial. they're going to make it home , they're going to be a family. but that's gone as quickly as it came , it slips through her fingers like sand. speaking it aloud makes it real. ❛ gustave. ❜ she starts with their name, that's the easy part. her hand holds tighter to theirs , pressing indents of nails into them. she falters , tries to slow the rise and fall of her chest as the world spins around her. the stars overhead , the chatter of the group nearby. the pressure of their hold against them keeps her grounded, sophie holds tight to that. the words are so heavy , like stone. she can't force them out , can't bring them to life. she reaches for their other hand , resumes placement upon her stomach. ❛ i'm sorry , — i thought . . . i tried. ❜ dark lashes blink back tears to no avail. everything they wanted , taken away from them. maybe , if she had stayed behind , if she had listened when they tried to turn her away. it wouldn't have given her enough time , they would have never known. she had to come.

❛ please don't — ❜ another sentence that dies, how she sounds just like them now. they would never be angry with her , rational part reminds her. ❛ it's not your fault. ❜ they've been together since they were small. she knows gustave's mind as well as she knows her own. how easy their thoughts will go there. ❛ don't blame yourself for this. you couldn't have known , you couldn't have stopped this. ❜ her words are a plea, an act of desperation because she knows them. the loss of them , the loss of their child. the grief, the guilt is like an anchor that drags her beneath waves , and part of her does not wish to resurface. her body shakes , sucks in another sob to avoid grabbing attention of group nearby. ❛ i'm sorry. ❜ her words like a record on repeat, but she doesn't know how to stop. she tries to focus on that tick of their heart , tries to stay grounded with that. they're here , they're alive. she has them.