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He momentarily blanked out at the sight he beheld. [...] The guy looked like a fucking runway model.
“What the fuck?” Robert whispered.Local “straight” man has an awakening at a downtown gay bar. More at ten.
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24 Aug 2026
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Five years after Shroud is defeated, Waterboy lives comfortably as a high-ranking SDN hero. The Z-team, now a well respected hero troupe, lives on in something just to the left of glory. Everything is peaceful. Or, at least, as peaceful as it can be.
And then he's flung violently back into the past, forced to watch as old wounds open. Okay. Whatever.
There's really not much he can do without messing up the future, but... maybe there's some comfort he can provide. Some life he can bring to his past teammates' eyes.
It's the least he can do.
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- Part 1 of broken pot symphony
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It was weird, right? It was definitely weird to be invited by your new friend with benefits to their estranged mother's funeral.
Well...Ethan supposed there were worse ways to get to know someone.
(or, ethan and heisenberg get to know each other the old fashioned way--by using each other as a shield for their family baggage.)
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Despite working at the infamous third floor, An Zhe has never seen another human body bare aside from his own. Lu Feng is willing to show him and let him explore as well as teach him what it feels like to be attracted to someone, among other things.
“Don’t you know it’s indecent to watch someone undress?”
“Why is it indecent? Don’t humans know what other human bodies look like? Why is it treated as a secret?”
“Of course we know, it’s part of our early education, but because they are our bodies, they are personal. We say who gets to see and who gets to touch."
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Oyasumi by Langamire
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video Game 2020), Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997)
13 Feb 2024
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As the Shinra personnel settle in for the first night in Nibelheim, Sephiroth is spiraling from pain, both physical and mental. Like a drowning man grasping for his life, he clings to a pretty cadet, without considering the lasting consequences.
Cloud Strife was beautiful, he observed, his reptilian eyes now laser-focused on the little small-town youth, who without his helmet captured the best aspects of androgyny. Impulsively, Sephiroth did something he had never done before. He arched an eyebrow, tossed some of his long, liquid hair over his shoulder and beckoned to his direct report.