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    “Uh– yeah, well, I actually do feel kinda sick… So the bathroom, if you may, Zhongli-xiansheng–”

     

    “...Oh.”

     

    Oh?

    Zhongli’s gaze had averted, trained solely on a soiled spot of white below Childe’s waist.

    Oh.

    Oh no.

    Of course, of course, Zhongli had noticed the massive stain on his pants, not helped at all by the obvious tent at its front.

    Childe wanted to die. Better yet, Childe wanted the Abyss to swallow him whole again. At least he'd get a kick out of challenging those foes rather than standing in Zhongli's doorway like a teenager who’d just learned what masturbating was.

    No amount of training had prepared him for that moment.

    “I think… something’s happened to me, Zhongli.”

    “...Evidently.”


    Childe gets aphrodisiac'd and seeks the help of a certain someone.

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    09 Sep 2026

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    Good

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    It is the final day of the siege of Suchdol. Judgement Day, some would call it later on. The Praguers' camp had been razed to the ground by reinforcements arriving from Rattay: with Markvart dead, the rest of their forces flee.

    Yet, despite being taken back, no victorious hymns echo through the fort. Mortal silence falls upon them: in the heart of the inner courtyard, Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein kneels, unmoving, on the blood-soaked ground. No words reach him—no hands are strong enough to pull him away. Those who try to approach him cross themselves: the young lord is blind to the world.

    It is only Father Godwin’s prayer that breaks through; his palms shaking, spread over Hans’ head: Pater noster, qui es in cælis, sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua.

     

    Fiat voluntas tua, he repeats, and waits.

     

    Sicut in cælo et in terra, Hans finishes, his voice breaking. He raises his eyes for the briefest moment—as Godwin kneels down to gently pry his hands away.

    Henry’s body in his arms is already cold.

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    22 Jun 2025

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    You are the sun, you’ve never seen the night
    But you hear its song through the morning birds
    Well, I’m not the moon, I’m not even a star
    But awake at night, I’ll be singing to the birds
    “I want to hear the birds”
    Perhaps the best grief I’ve read

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    Hans Capon and Henry of Skalitz fall in love without knowing that it's love.

    To quote "The Great Escape" by Woodkid, men are meant to be more than the shadows of each other.

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    15 Jun 2025

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    “You were right. When you said no one could be proud of me.”

    Henry closes his eyes. The bed frame soaked up the fire's warmth, a compress pressed along his side. The flame sputters, cracks.

    “I was angry. And I couldn’t have possibly meant it, when I know it’s not true.”

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    Between the battles, Henry and Hans find time to talk, touch, and live.

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    15 Jun 2025

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    The one where Solas and Lavellan pose as a happily married couple in a city alienage in order to catch a red lyrium dealer.

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    06 Sep 2024

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    Re read and this is kinda peak