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Something Just Like This by LvcreziaBorgia
Fandoms: Divinity: Original Sin (Video Games)
16 Dec 2020
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Fane has feelings, albeit rather reluctantly.
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04 Jul 2025
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He looks down at Henry's bowed head. Henry's hair is common brown, cut short in a practical and unfashionable style. Hans has never really considered before the way that sunlight catches those short dark strands, so that here and there as he moves his head there is a glimmer like a thread of gold woven through common wool.
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Five times Henry kneels for Hans, and one time Hans kneels for Henry.
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- Part 4 of Hansry fics
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29 Jun 2025
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"I can't sleep," Warren finds himself half-whispering into the silent dark across the short corridor between his and Gordon's rooms sometime in the small hours of the morning, trying and failing to keep the note of abject misery he's earned for trying too long from his voice.
Warren elects not to take the floor this time.
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"That's a point to you not being a trap, now I think of it. Not exactly a good seduction plan, insulting me on the first meeting."
Gordon chokes on the air, on his own saliva, on something. "Seduction plan?!"
"I did call you handsome."
"You said I looked like a Reddit moderator!"
"Well, yeah, but that was all because of the bad suit and the haircut and the – " Warren waves his hands around. "There was potential there, is what I'm saying, I mean look at you now, you're all cardigans and curls and dimples and – big hands and – "
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29 Jan 2025
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The shitty motel room was bathed in shadows, the sole light trickling from the partially ajar bathroom door, dabbing a stripe of maize over the sheets and stained wallpaper.
But the glaring light in the otherwise dark room was not what had drawn John's fading attention.
No.
Arthur had done that.
Arthur, who had scrubbed his face in what was likely cold water from a too-old tap, who ran his fingers through his mussed hair, who slowly discarded layer after layer of clothing, bundling coat, tie, and shirt neatly on the counter.
Arthur, thin as a rail, weariness clinging to every jutting bone, battered and bruised and separate and…
Freckled.
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John finds something else about Arthur to be completely enamored by.