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Basically, Tartaglia and Zhongli are a married couple, you’re an abused child who was severely abused by their “loving” parents, therefore you have trauma but one stormy day, Tartaglia founds you under a tree, seeking for shelter after you managed to run away from your parents. They will be parental figures to you, and maybe, just maybe adopt you.
(Have in mind this might have grammatical errors)
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27 Sep 2026
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Wrong world. Right disaster by dilucmywallet
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
09 Apr 2026
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"You accidentally blew up part of a city, woke up every major faction in a strange futuristic world, and now five dangerously attractive men are chasing you. Welcome to your cross-dimensional mistake."
A chaotic crossover fanfic where you, a curious god-child from Genshin Impact, find yourself trapped in the high-tech chaos of Love and Deepspace. There’s danger, drama, and more emotional tension than you signed up for. Especially with them.
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23 Sep 2026
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Alhaitham often thought about the events of that day.
But he really thought about it, what had really haunted him had never been the epileptic seizure itself.
…Rather, it had been navigating the stairs.
And if Kaveh hadn’t been there that day—
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A completely colourblind Alhaitham learns how to use stairs
(Can be read standalone, but will make more sense after reading the previous parts)
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- Part 3 of Colorblind Alhaitham
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15 Sep 2026
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I Gave Up Everything, Yet You Still Want More by SzED_Air
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
18 Aug 2026
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“What did you do this time?” He muttered to himself, as he scrambled to pick Kaveh up from the floor. His hands slid under the other man’s torso, lifting it – there was blood on his hands. He almost dropped Kaveh’s body when he noticed the deep, brownish red stain. After he steadied his hands and made the unconscious architect sit, leaning against his desk, he frantically scanned the room for answers. There were several empty bottles under the desk, as well as a million tiny shards of glass scattered about. Of course he would be drinking. He was always drinking when he felt unwell.
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10 Sep 2026