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These two have stolen my every thought and spot as favorite ship. I have always liked them but now I am obsessed. As for the name of his fic: mehr (also spelled mahr) is an Islamic concept, it is a mandatory gift or payment from the groom to the bride specified in the marriage contract, and it belongs entirely and irrevocably to her. It is a religious and legal requirement in Islamic marriage. it is practiced in Arab, Persian, South Asian, and Central Asian Muslim communities.
Rated E. You've been warned.
"How long," Feofan said.
"Two hundred and seventeen years," Zandik said. "Give or take."
Feofan looked at the henna book, open on the table. At the ribbon marking a specific page.
"And the pattern," he said.
"One hundred and forty."
Feofan closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids the room glowed amber. The smoke from the hookah moved through the warm air and settled around him like something that had been waiting a very long time to do exactly this.
"You are," he said, very carefully, "the most deranged man who has ever lived."
"Yes," Zandik said.
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11 Jun 2026
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- Это наш лучший образец. Не стоит торопиться, не хотелось бы ненароком его убить.
Моя версия пре-канона знакомства Дотторе и будущего Панталоне. Продажа в лабораторию, успешные пробы эликсира, развитие отношений, все вот это вот :3
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09 Jun 2026
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“Dottore, the door,” Pantalone spoke against the strip of skin exposed above Dottore's collar, punctuating the words with a lingering kiss.
“…The door?”
“I don't think I locked it.”
Dottore let out a scoff. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and reached blindly behind him until his gloved hand caught Pantalone's longer hair, which he habitually wore draped over one shoulder. Pantalone let out a startled gasp when Dottore yanked him down by it. The banker's forehead collided rather painfully with Dottore's shoulder.
“You've got me bent over your desk, humped me like a horny dog, and now you're asking me to lock your door?” One eyebrow arched.
“I see you've developed quite the audacity since becoming Regrator.”
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They said good performance called for a good reward, and Pantalone for sure intended to reap those benefits.
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- Part 6 of The Foolish Fatuus
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07 Jun 2026
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The young-looking daring rascal was wearing a white satin linen corset top, with lace mesh with a flowery pattern on the cups and sides.
The Segment was peacefully moving his legs, pretending to be alone. The stockings were of white satin as well, topped with lace and kept up thanks to a garter belt."Good evening, my lord.” 18’s voice didn't tremble, but his face was gaining more color. Maybe he wasn't truly that ready for the act. "Lord Harbinger, I mean.”
Pantalone's mouth opened and closed as if he was a stupid fish out of the water.
OR: Segment 18 steal Lingerie not meant to him to get some dick from the Banker.
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07 Jun 2026
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Five times Dottore observes Pantalone vulnerable, and one time Pantalone observes Dottore back.
"And I suppose if I'm ever confronted physically, I should blast them away with my signature?" Pantalone chuckled. "How very effective indeed."
"Let us hope it never comes to that." Dottore said. "But if it did, I would simply handle them in your stead."
Perhaps Pantalone should have investigated that sentence further. But he just wanted another smoke.
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