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if on a winter's night by RagnvindrRed (CatchAsCatchCan)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
25 Dec 2022
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Kaeya has a bit of a proposal problem. He has always been a popular man, but the flowers are starting to overwhelm his office and he can only take so many more pointed comments from the elderly grandmothers of Mondstadt about how nice a spouse their grandchildren would make.
Kaeya has only ever wanted to marry one man, after all.
Or, Diluc receives some interesting news from Jean before the annual Ordo Favonius winter party and has a bit of a “come to Barbatos” moment. In front of everybody.
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sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings by RagnvindrRed (CatchAsCatchCan)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
15 Aug 2021
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“There were no stars,” Kaeya says after a moment.
Diluc blinks. “No stars where?”
“In Khaenri'ah.”
Aside from that one terrible night, this is the most Kaeya has ever spoken about his homeland.
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“I’m very sorry to even be asking you this,” Charles starts, looking uncomfortable but determined. He reaches out for Oscar’s hand again, almost unthinkingly. Oscar holds it out to him in turn without considering a single alternative.
What is he supposed to do? Not give Charles Leclerc his hand when he gestures for it? Likely fuckin’ story, that.
Once he steps close, Charles lets him go, hands folded demurely in his lap while looking up at him with his cartoonishly sparkling big green eyes.
“But you are very sweet and kind and you smell very good and you are here—I know you have a girlfriend and you are both cute and in love, but do you think she would mind if you fucked me, just for tonight?”
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Or, Charles gets drugged at the bar and goes into an unexpected pre-heat. Oscar helps.
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31 May 2026
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“Kiss me now,” he says, less of a request and more of a statement that he knows, without a doubt, will have action following.
In response, Oscar leans down easier than anything. Hinges right at the waist and grabs Charles’ flushed, perfect face in both hands to kiss him square on the mouth.
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“Charles, I was thinking,” He talks as though Charles isn’t waiting on knees, desperate and pleading, “I think you don’t get to come unless I beat you in qualifying.”
Charles is speechless. It’s Wednesday, they had just checked into the hotel hours earlier. Qualifying isn’t until Saturday.
“What?” Charles barely manages to squeak out.
“I’ll know, if you do. You know that,” Seb walks back over towards the bed, not even sparing a look in Charles’ direction. “Beat me in qualifying, and you don’t get to come until the race.”or; Singapore 2019.
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- Part 8 of [the anon collection]
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31 Jan 2026
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“This was the last time,” Charles says.
The low light of the bathroom catches on his face as he turns to Seb.
Seb scoffs, a short laugh coming out. “Yeah, sure thing, kid.”
"I hope you savored it," Charles says, mouth twisting bitterly, and then he's slipping away, out of the room.
It’s only later, much later, when Charles realizes they were not talking about the same thing.
Sebastian Vettel never wins another race.
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Why one small American town won’t stop stoning its residents to death by Charlotte_Stant for sophiahelix
Fandoms: The Lottery - Shirley Jackson, The New Yorker RPF
24 Dec 2025
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The picturesque village of Buell, Maine is one of the last in the United States to continue the tradition of the “harvest” or “prosperity” lottery. Its residents insist the lottery makes them stronger, even as condemnation from outsiders grows.
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Bookmarked by RagnvindrRed (CatchAsCatchCan)
07 Jan 2026
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Let’s be clear here, when you say “selected” you mean “stoned to death.”
Just like an adult would be in that circumstance, yeah.
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at least we stole the show by nighimpossible for breadly
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic), Women's Hockey RPF
29 Dec 2015
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One of them would go to the draft lottery winning Aces and one of them would go to the Leafs and they’d meet twice a year barring any injuries because God knows they wouldn’t be sent down to the minors. Sending Kent Parson or Jack Zimmermann down to the minors would be like sending your prize stallion out to the stables when everyone paid to see a fucking show. They’d insert feline hissing noises into the broadcast and caption it “Catfight,” they’d compare their game-day suits and judge who was hotter (not on like, Hockey Night in Canada, but on the dudebro hockey blogs that Kent pretends she doesn’t read). Kent would hate it, but accept it, because it would all mean being on the ice with Zimms again. She’d skate circles around Jack in the warm ups, bucket-less with her hair and chirps flowing and Jack? Jack would smile, helmet on, the picture of austerity save the glimmer of a smirk in her eyes.
They’d had limited edition Barbies made, for fuck’s sake. Kent’s got one in a box on her mantle. The doll has its own hockey stick but the skates are high heeled. You win some, you lose more.
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10 Jan 2020
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"Kent is an anomaly, a bug in the system. Someday, the NHL will course correct and things will revert to the old normal."
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the undiscovered country by indigostohelit
Fandoms: Hamlet - Shakespeare, SHAKESPEARE William - Works
01 May 2014
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It's 1959, and the mayor of Chicago is dead.
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24 Mar 2020
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"“The last pages are approaching,” says Hamlet, his voice soft. “The reader’s almost ready to close the book. Do you think they’ll weep for me?”
“You’re not a novel,” says Horatio. “You’re not a book. You don’t have a story, you have a life—”
Hamlet laughs, his eyes bright. “I don’t think I’ll have either,” he says, “soon,” and then he coughs, and his lungs sound so empty."