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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    01 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 4

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    It's their first time, and Liam is, of course, totally confident that he can handle Cavo's massive cock.

    ...all eighteen inches of it.

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    28 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 9

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    It starts out with a simple question: “Do you know Chlothar?”

    A simple question and yet Diluc is forced to face all he doesn’t know about Kaeya, all the secrets and mysteries left between them. Just where are Kaeya’s loyalties? Just what lines can Diluc cross? What does it mean to belong to a place, a community, a person? 

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    27 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Diluc gives him a flat stare. “Is there anything specific you’re here for, or are you just here to bother me?”

    Kaeya buffs his nails against his chest, inspecting them. “I heard some interesting chatter regarding new movement, and thought I’d drop by and give a friendly warning to the Master of Dawn Winery since it’s in that area, but since I’ve been designated a nuisance…” He heaves an exaggerated sigh and frowns, letting his arm fall to his side. “I should really get out of your hair.” He doesn’t turn to leave just then, though, because he knows Diluc won’t tell him to wait.

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    Kaeya has a plan, and it only somewhat goes as it should.

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    26 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 39

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    “What did you just say to me?” Kaveh demands in Common, because someone has to play the straight man in this tragedy and for once, it will not be him.

    Alhaitham turns a page. “I said,” he repeats smoothly, still in the dialect, “that your citations are structurally unsound, emotionally driven, and—if I’m being generous—historically masturbatory.”

    One of the interns chokes audibly on his coffee. Another whispers, “Did he say masturbatory?” in an accent not native to anywhere known on the continent.

    Kaveh’s chair screeches against the marble. He stands.

    “Fine,” he says, in perfect, archaic Inazuman. “If we’re playing this game, then allow me to remind you that I studied abroad, you glorified footnote. You want to throw sand at me? I’ll drown you in calligraphy.”

    Or, perhaps emotional repression is just another dialect they’ve both grown fluent in.

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    23 Nov 2025