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Honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago) by Intensely_Reading for Fantasy_Pens
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
09 Sep 2024
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When Kaveh first agreed to let Nilou set him up on a blind date, he didn’t think it would end up like this.
Him, sitting in Puspa Cafe, fingers lightly tapping the side of his cup—and Al-Haitham, the Acting Grand Sage of the Akademiya, a decade older than Kaveh remembers and a decade more unfamiliar.
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17 Sep 2024
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“I could care less whether we called ourselves friends or a couple because either way, I would still be with you.”
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“The argument, the project—us.” He’s shaking now, eyes glaring “Did it not matter to you at all? Is that it? How else can you live in the same house we worked in and visit the same places we used to haunt and follow the same routines we set when we were younger after everything that happened? How can you do all that without feeling terrible? How can you that without—”
The truth is he never got over it. Not really. It’s why he can’t visit Aunt Fariba’s or eat golichina mamsam in the restaurant he used to treat himself to or stand in Razan Gardens at night looking up at the stars. It’s why this research center turned into a home hurts to look at. Their younger selves haunt the streets of Sumeru City in his mind, and normally, it’s fine. Normally, he can go through days, months, years without thinking of the two of them.
“It matters to me,” Al-Haitham says, quiet. “It matters. That is why I follow the same routines and visit the same places and still live in the same house we broke up in. If I do not remember the things that are gone, who else will?”
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“I’d like to keep meeting,” Al-Haitham says, quiet like a confession. “I want to keep trying.”
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Oliver's always been fond of Boxing Day. Good food, good cheer, and a day dedicated to Quidditch? It was his favorite, most treasured tradition.
He should have known Marcus Flint would find a way to bugger it to hell.
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11 Aug 2024
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“Nah,” Flint replies, crossing his arms and leaning back with the biggest shit eating grin this side of Scotland. “I get you hit, I have to take care of you, remember?” he says.
It’s so casually sincere that Oliver is disinclined to believe it, but his brain, however, rebelliously recalls at that moment just how Flint’s fingers felt gripped around his arm, how careful he had been in removing Oliver’s glove.
He ducks his head and is horrified he’s actually considering saying something like, ‘it's really decent of you’, or, ‘I really appreciate you not being a total tosser’, or, and this one is completely mortifying-- ‘thanks, Marcus'
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Oliver wishes he could do something more than just stare at Flint with huge, stupid eyes.
He wants to get his head together-- to disassemble every tic and grudging admission until he finally gets why the fuck Flint is who he is. Why despite being a stupid, violent bully he was still able to understand, within seconds, how to weave through the Chaser formations Wood tinkered with and agonized over for weeks.
He wants to know why Flint would tell his teammate they were friends; why he’d want to sit on his couch and drink his beer when he could be anywhere else, doing anything else on the third biggest holiday of the year.***
"But back to the point," Spinnet says, used to Oliver's Quidditch tangents, "Flint took you home and you had not one, but several civil conversations?"
"Something approaching that."
"Huh," she muses. "Maybe he'll finally do something about him and you."
"Sure," Oliver says, still thinking about the Magpies. And then, "Er, what?" -
Childe and the Very Homosexual, Not Straight Weekend by Orasmyn
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
10 Jun 2023
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He assumes that Zhongli will forget about this conversation, as he does most things that Childe ends up waking him up for, but he is wrong because the next day Zhongli sits him down, looks him dead in the eye, and says, “is there anything you want to ask me now, while I’m awake?”
Asking your roommate how he had The Big Realisation is way less embarrassing when it’s 1:07am and you can’t sleep than at like, 11am and you’re painfully awake.
Still, Childe’s a big believer in not half-assing anything, so he looks Zhongli right back in the eye and says, “yeah. How did you know you were gay?”
Childe has a mild crisis of the sexuality sort, but luckily he has a (hot) roommate like Zhongli who's willing to help him with it.
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28 Apr 2024
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Zhongli’s so patient whenever Childe ends up bugging him with questions. This is why he’s the best. Whoever ends up marrying Zhongli’s a lucky man.
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He’s pretty sure he wants to be the bottom. If you’re on top, then you could just pretend it wasn’t a guy, right? He knows that obviously you don’t have to be a bottom if you’re gay, because someone’s fucking the gay men and it’s not the straight men, but it seems to him the easiest way to check his maybe there homosexuality is to be the one taking it up the ass.
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Anyone can cum from a handjob right? If it’s good enough, of course. “Let me suck you off.”
“What?”
“It’s very homosexual to have another guy’s dick in your mouth.”
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“Great! I’m starting to think I’m not straight.”
Zhongli stares at him, again, and then wipes a hand over his face. “You don’t say.”
Childe nods. “Okay. So do you think we can still do it?”
“You still want to have sex?”
“Well, yeah, of course! That’s why we’re here.” -
Permission (The Narwhal Returns On The Sea) by SatelliteBlue
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
05 Jun 2023
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When Lady Ningguang proposes a contest while rebuilding the Jade Chamber, half of Liyue rushes to take part. The winner must bring Sunset Vermillionite, Wonder Cores, and Adepti Sigils. Few people have heard of the first two items, and as for the sigils, it’s hard enough to locate an Adeptus, let alone convince it to give a boon. Who in the world could possibly amass such a huge number of sigils in a short amount of time? …Wait a second.
(AU version of The Crane Returns on the Wind, with accompanying spoilers)
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27 Apr 2024
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“You feel like the Abyss, defanged by Electro and wrapped up in cleansing Hydro, to the point of you not being malice at all. You are simply an Abyss dumpling.”
Childe wheezed. “A dumpling?”
“Or perhaps a rice ball,” said Shenhe.
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“The Adepti advised me that I should give you space to process the events,” said Zhongli. “We… may have overestimated the timing on that.”
“How long were they telling you to wait?”
“Mountain Shaper was adamant that I wait at least ten years.”
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The curator nods, but his gaze follows your movement, lingering for a moment longer than is natural. You ask him if anything is the matter, and he shifts his gaze back to your face, eyes as tranquil as ever. This close to him, you notice that his irises are a very pale shade of brown, so pale that they almost seem to gleam golden under the yellow light.
“I apologise,” he says smoothly, regaining his calm so quickly that it suddenly leaves you unsure if you had actually been mistaken, “you just look like someone I used to know.”
You can’t help your curiosity: “Are they a friend of yours?”
He offers another small smile in response. The slight expression transforms his demeanour, softening the aloof distance of his beauty into something a little more human.
“Yes.”
Much, much later, in a time where the era of gods and monsters has long since passed, a Snezhnayan exchange student and a Liyuean museum curator meet once again.
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27 Apr 2024
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You know that it isn’t exactly unheard of for people to share similarities in appearance to strangers, but Tartaglia’s face…
He looked so much like you (or was it that you looked so much like him?) that you could have been brothers.
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Something old and buried in your chest cries out in recognition, filled with a bone-deep longing so strong that it almost overwhelms you.
Big brother, it sobs, its voice pitched high like a young child’s.
You have three sisters. One is twice your age, and the other two are twins who are two years younger than you. You do not have a brother.
But you don’t even register the wetness on your cheeks until the curator hands you a handkerchief.