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1. Cursed by the Love that I Receive by the_divine_comedian

   Fandoms: Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name (2017)  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • F/F, F/M
   • Work in Progress

   26 Jul 2019

   Tags

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   • Oliver/Elio Perlman
   • Olive/Elia Perlman
   • Elia Perlman
   • Olive
   • Samuel Perlman
   • Annella Perlman
   • Anchise (Call Me By Your Name)
   • Mafalda (Call Me by Your Name)
   • Marcelo
   • Marzia
   • chiarra
   • Chance - Character
   • tender horny and feral in that order
   • I genderswapped call me by your name so you didn’t have to
   • lesbian cmbyn (emotional) (NOT CLICKBAIT)
   • Yes there ARE Peaches In This One Too
   • Elia and Olive both count as Jewish names don’t worry I googled
   • references to English lit and opera because yes
   • definitely smut
   • sexual tension so thick it could be sliced by Olive’s god like jaw
   • Call me by your lesbian
   • Pining for days
   • slowburn baby

   Summary

   “It makes me want to kill myself with Ophelia, I want to stand on stage with her and scream with her and draw blood from my own arms…” I trailed off, wincing. “I don’t know why I said that.”

   Her lips parted like she wanted to respond, but her fingertips grazed my knee and I winced again, this time from pain and not regret. “Looks like you’ve already dawn some blood. How did that happen?”

   I was blushing like a drunk. “I… I don’t remember.” She was still touching my knee, but now she was caressing the underside of it. I wish I had been drunk.

   “I don’t remember,” Olive repeated, seeing through my lie. Which made me shiver to think she could look at me and reach right into the ugliest parts. Oh, Ophelia, give your dagger to me so I might carve my shame from my breast

   _________

   Ah yes, the lesbians deserve summer Italian sexual tension heartbreaking love stories too. Call Me By Your Name, but two stupid pining queer ladies. Yes, lots and lots of pining. Slow burn who.

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