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the-melting-world · 3 years
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Odyssey 🍋
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Ozy x Haider
Music: “Odyssey” by Talos
More soforny for our boys! Haider belongs to @atypicalacademic
~ 700 words
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Ozy’s mind was usually in many places at once. In constant flux. Roving through the different dimensions, leaving footnotes for later, highlighting extra-terrestrial text for emphasis, annotating for an ever evolving understanding of what the Doors truly meant when they read: Here lies…
But today, Ozy’s mind occupied only two spaces — Sun and Earth.
Himself and Haider.
He was being clever this time, using his measurements to ease in and out, deliberate in avoiding Haider’s prostate. Ozy gripped his lover’s hip with one hand and worked his erection with the other.
The generous muscles in Haider’s back flexed in blissful protest at Ozy’s prolonged denial. The chef was content to bathe in the sunlight pooling in through his art studio, thrusting weakly into Ozy’s dexterous hand as it glided surely over his hard, oiled length. Haidi murmured, whimpered, panted into his sheets, blushing all over whenever Ozy curled over him and dropped kisses along his tense spine — never pausing to adjust or give himself a break. He didn’t need one. He never did — not with Haidi.
Haider shuddered as he came, the corner of his eyes damp from enduring Ozy’s restraint.
While he caught his breath, Ozy wordlessly, but tenderly disengaged himself and rolled Haidi onto his back. He cleaned after his lover, whispering praise that, for Ozy, sounded no different than the way he would verbalize it outside the bedroom.
When everything was clear, Ozy returned and knelt between Haider’s legs. He took the time to worship them while warming up the man’s entrance with a fresh slippery coating. Ozy ignored his own impatient erection until Haider was gently writhing and begging for him.
Ozy didn’t make him wait any longer.
“Do I make you feel good, Haidi?” Ozy asked as he bent over his partner, heating up Haider’s body much like the sun would stones in a creek or boulders on a mountaintop.
“Every time, Oz.” Haider managed between breaths. And then, bashfully, “But what about me? Does it feel good… to be inside me like this?”
Ozy made a thoughtful sound. “Hm. I’m glad you asked, but… how to go about describing it?”
He angled his hips and folded Haidi’s leg over them. Ozy held him there while he powered into Haidi’s prostate with deliberation this time. Having calculated the location in the past, he knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how little space he should leave in between thrusts.
Finally, Ozy answered, “I feel at home.”
Haidi lost his words for a moment, adjusting to Ozy’s shift in priorities. The sight of the chef’s undoing made Ozy’s head a little light. In his brief spell of dizziness, he almost lost his concentration.
“D-do you,” Haidi panted, “do you — Mm! — know why that is?”
In all his efforts, Ozy struggled to keep his voice steady. “You’ve always had that effect on me. From the moment I first stepped foot inside your restaurant.” His words became more tender as Haider’s gasps intensified. “You’ve always made me feel welcome. At home. I suppose that’s why.”
Haidi shook his head, plastering dark, undone strands to his damp temples. “No, Oz. It’s because you belong here, in me. With me.”
Ozy furrowed his eyebrows as he slowed down. “Haider, please.” He leaned over to sink his lips against Haider’s, soaking in the roughness and the sweat of his beard. Desperately, Ozy kissed him until it was too much and he had to see to the needs of his building excitement.
“Do you truly mean that? Don’t say it unless—”
Ozy couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He came recklessly, without measurement. He briefly lost sight of Haidi’s reassuring features and saw only stars and the tiny galaxies between them.
Later, body spent, Ozy relaxed against Haidi’s chest and breathed much heavier than when he was actively radiating all that hot coiled energy inside him. Oz was back. Warm, connected to the earth once more.
He felt Haidi’s lips kiss away the perspiration on his forehead.
“I meant everything I said, Oz. You feel at home because you are at home.”
Ozy closed his eyes and made a very quiet, vague acknowledgement. It was so much easier to take Haidi’s word for now and not have to think or protest. In fact, it was better this way. To say yes right before he slept and saw the stars again in his dreams.
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atypicalacademic · 3 years
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2/2 of @asras3rdeye 's song requests 😘
Kipling/Zurkhi
(You descend like a rain upon my dusk/ Like a longing I've carried for lifetimes before this/ Like dawn upon flowers/ You're the dream that lingers behind my closed eyes/ At the doorway of all my nights)
Khleo/Balam
(As though you've flung open the door to my heart/ Where have you come from/ Hey you, hey, you, lovely/ Turning my wild heart into a docile lamb/ Where on earth are you taking me?)
Ozy/Haider
(What I have been looking for all my life/ Have I come upon that destination?/ A place of peace/ A place of kindness/ My heart asks me to stay/ Yes..Like a ghazal from a poet/ That brings a moment of rest to the soul/ I have found someone in a way/ Like the wanderer finds a home)
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the-melting-world · 3 years
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For @atypicalacademic
Ozy x Haider
50 Kiss Prompts #24: Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
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Oz’mandias was one to drift off, to get lost in himself and in the world set out before him. He asked questions and pursued them until he was spent. He lost track of time and other important senses whenever he was hot on the trail of some theory.
But Ozy, for all of his wanderings, always had a desire to return.
Haider Wazim, he found, was a delightful reason to come back down to earth.
When Ozy let himself inside of Haider’s studio with a spare key, and saw the gentle chef experimenting at his easel, Ozy realized then how much he valued moments like this. It was clear by Haider’s warm greeting that he had heard Ozy enter, but he hadn’t yet turned around.
Ozy took advantage of Haider’s distraction, letting his murky green gaze linger on the painter’s form as he concentrated on the flux between rough and fine brushstrokes.
All of Ozy’s ideas from before felt so far away now. Usually, this unnerved him, but with Haider, he welcomed it. Ozy wanted his mind to be clear for him. Haider deserved to occupy as much of Ozy’s space as possible. And Ozy wanted it that way.
“You’re awfully quiet, Oz. Aren’t you going to ask what I’m working on?” Haider asked when Ozy came up behind him and rested his hands on his broad shoulders.
Ozy made a sound, half thoughtful, half negating.
“I think I’m done asking questions for now.”
Without ceremony, he began untying Haider’s bun and working his fingers past his dark roots. The chef paused in his painting to lean back and release a deep whimper.
Eyelashes fluttering to stay open, Haider whispered, “Oz… is everything all right?”
Ozy helped Haider turn around on his stool as he got down on his knees. Haider’s skin burned browner and redder as his partner gently spread his legs apart and shuffled until his navel was firm between his thighs.
“Yes,” Ozy said with a grin as he gathered his hands in Haider’s hair once more. “Everything is all right. More than all right.”
The grey mage elaborated with a kiss, full and deep and unrelenting until Haider surrendered a moan. Ozy chuckled low in his throat as Haider’s hands found their way to the roots of his locs and tugged in desperate need.
Then, hands full of dark hair, they both pulled. They kissed and dragged moans from each other. Their fingers remained entangled, gripping and tugging as if they could get any closer.
But of course, Ozy’s mind was already at work, thinking of all the ways he could make it so.
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the-melting-world · 2 years
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art by @ hirodraga
For @atypicalacademic
Ozy x Haider
50 Kiss Prompts: Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.
Ozy’s favorite thing about returning from his travels between worlds was selecting something to bring back to surprise his boyfriend with.
By now Ozy knew all of Haider’s interests and hobbies. Haidi’s apartment had become a home for antique cooking utensils from lost civilizations, pages torn out of ancient cookbooks scrawled in dead languages, painting tools fashioned from shelled creatures of the deep, and rare ores to crush up into raw pigment.
The only thing Ozy regretted that he couldn’t bring home to Haidi was the sun itself. He always joked that he could get so close to the sun, but he could never manage to run off with it.
Haidi would laugh and invite Ozy to eat. “You must be tired and hungry from all that sun-chasing. Come recharge your batteries with this, Ozy.”
Ozy hadn’t figured out how Haidi always knew the day he would show up. Especially since he never sent word or notice that he was returning from his walk across the cosmos.
What was more, Haidi seemed to sense what it was that Ozy was in the mood for. Sometimes even before he knew it himself.
“One day I’m going to solve the riddle to your magic, Haidi,” Ozy said over another serving of deep, rich flavors that Haider had spread out between the two of them. They sat on the floor of Haider’s apartment with pillows to cushion them and a charming mat for the food to rest on.
But one day, Ozy returned from the realms and noticed that things were a little different. There was no meal spread out for them.
“What did you bring back for me this time, Ozy?” Haider asked from his perch before his easel. He only assumed because Ozy had something tucked under his arm.
The grey mage’s lively hazel eyes scanned the apartment. He thought it would be rude to ask where the food was, so instead he said, “Did I finally catch you off guard, Haidi?”
The chef set down his paints and chuckled as he wiped his hands. He stood up. “Not exactly. I… I have something for you.”
Haidi was nervous as he presented a spare key to his apartment before Ozy.
“I know I leave my door open for you most days, but I wanted you to have this just in case I’m at the restaurant or out in the market.”
Ozy’s gaze locked onto the key. He accepted it from Haider and turned it slowly between his thumb and forefinger.
“You painted a sun on it,” he whispered.
Haider’s darkening blush peeked over his beard. “So it’s easier to find in case you misplace it. And so that you know it’s yours.”
Haider didn’t wait for Ozy to look up from the key before entering his personal space and wrapping his arms around Ozy’s middle. “My home is your home too, Ozy. It will be for as long as you want it to be.”
There was more Haidi wanted to say.
We can share every meal together if you wanted it so. We can share the kitchen, the couch, the bed. What’s mine is yours, Ozy.
But Haider didn’t have the room to say what was on his heart. Ozy’s trance over the key had been broken by his need to hold Haider fast and kiss him fiercely. Haider felt the impression of the key against his spine as Ozy took him into his arms.
Haider felt relief that Ozy received the gift well. Ozy’s joy transferred over to Haider. He captured what he could, determined to wrestle some it into a dish later that day. But for now, he simply let himself be lifted by it.
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the-melting-world · 3 years
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☀️🌊 Oz’mandias Masterlist
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Ozy’s Bio Ozy’s Art Ozy’s Aesthetics
*The rest is under the cut!*
☀️🌊HCs / Novelizations / Fics
Kissing Headcanons
Random NSFW Facts | Ozy 🍋
First Date Headcanons
Gibraltar ft. OC Jacqui
The Tourist ft. OC Phillip
 Prologue (Arcana Echoes Event)
The Empress
Strength
The Sun
☀️🌊Main Tags
ozy the grey mage - everything (asks, art, fics)
door lords - posts within the Door Lords Timeline (mostly fics and interactions)
the melting world - posts in connection to the Door Lords (moodboards, etc)
☀️🌊Ship Tags
ozadia - Ozy x Nadia (from the arcana visual novel)
the lost king and the sun - Ozy x Anatole @/sunrisenfool
third rock from the sun - Ozy x Haider @/atypicalacademic
jozy - Ozy x Jamil @/into-the-daniverse
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the-melting-world · 3 years
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Sunrise
~ In which a cheerful mage meets a generous chef…
Music: “Sunrise” by Norah Jones
Ozy x Haider
Another Oz’mandias slow burn for the books! I have not stopped thinking about this ship since the seed was first planted. And now they finally get to meet! The sweet and absolutely wonderful Haider Wazim belongs to @atypicalacademic
~ 1.7k words
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Oz’mandias had no idea how hard his cousin’s heart was beating when she led him inside a brightly painted restaurant called Zainaba’s Kitchen. He had no prior knowledge of the identity of the owner, Haider Wazim. The only information Ozy had on Haider was what Kipling had told him – that the chef was her very good friend.
“Haider heard that your favorite dish was oxtail and he said I had to bring you in to try some today.”
Ozy furrowed his eyebrows as Kipling held the door open for him. As much as he had talked about having oxtail again, he never expected to find it anywhere in Vesuvia. As far as he knew, he and Kipling were the only people in the city who came from the Republic of Floating Isles. 
“Do they typically serve food from places that far off the Prakran coast?”
Kipling shook her head with a small smile. “Nope!”
Ozy barely registered the vibrancy of the restaurant’s interior as he let Kip guide him to their reserved table.
“Then why would –”
“Because that’s Haider, Oz. He’s seen you a few times with me and asked about you. We got to talking, I told him a little about you, and he insisted that I bring you to Zainaba’s to enjoy a piece of home.”
They sat down. Ozy was still confused, but he kept his reservations to himself for now. The grey mage finally relaxed in his seat and soaked up his new environment. 
There was lots of color and texture and people. All the plants made the space feel alive and cozy while the mirrors and windows established a comfortable openness. Ozy’s observant gaze drifted upward at the clusters of bauhinias interspersed with vines of jasmine. The former stretched their arms of magenta and white striated blossoms, casting them over the shelf that hugged the walls close to the ceiling. 
It all gave Ozy a feeling of having just sat down at an indoor botanical garden. But those rich, comforting smells that constantly competed for dominance reminded him that he was inside of a restaurant. 
“Oh! Here he comes.” Kipling’s voice pulled Ozy out of his observations. As soon as his hazel eyes settled on the approaching chef, his mind was off again.
The grey mage registered bronze skin that looked like honey against the paler fabric of his kurta. He had a dark beard that hugged a friendly, open face, much in fact, like Ozy’s. The difference was in the softness of Haider’s rich brown gaze versus the sharpness that Ozy’s carried. Ozy’s joy, his vivacity for people and life came out fragmented and peppery, like an unexpected summer shower, the spaces between the light filled with higher thoughts and uninvited questions. But the way Haider’s energy poured out of him was wholesome. Full and complete. Uninterrupted. 
Ozy did not envy people often, which was why those feelings now were tangled up in wonder and admiration. In just those few moments of Haider walking up to them, Ozy found himself yearning for whatever it was Haider possessed to command his inner warmth like so. 
Haider’s hands were full with two prepared plates, elliptic and deep enough to hold in the sauce from the hot, dripping oxtail. Even under his sleeves, Ozy noticed the slight flex of Haider’s strong arms as he placed the entrees before them. 
Kip made an introduction that Ozy only half followed. Haider said very few words, his gaze shy and returning to Kip when it seemed he couldn’t maintain a hold on Ozy’s electric stare. 
“Thank you, Haider,” Ozy said with what he hoped was a grateful smile, “I haven’t had oxtail in…” 
The bangles on Haider’s wrists whispered as if he meant to reach out, but he adjusted a plate instead.
“Well, since I was just a boy,” Ozy said finally, briefly meeting Kipling’s slightly concerned gaze from across the table.
“I was happy to do it,” Haider said, once again, his holistic, sincere energy settling over Ozy like a gentle heatwave. “I just hope it tastes like home.” 
Haider walked away, slowing down enough to touch the backs of the different patrons. Some he clearly knew, but even the ones he didn’t were met with only warmth and welcome. As he made his way back to the kitchen, he seemed to spare not a single touch. Even the plants that he passed on the way were grazed by his gently fanned fingers. Ozy didn’t miss how the succulents and the bauhinias tipped their leaves and petals in his wake.
Already Ozy was missing the sound of Haider’s bangles and the steadiness of his presence. Kip teased him about it, of course. Ozy offered her a distracted smile and a smart counterattack as he started separating the oxtail from the bone and folding the pieces into his rice and peas. 
When he took that first bite, he found that it did indeed taste like home. There was that familiar depth of flavor, uncomplicated but lasting, grounding. Ozy had to close his eyes to process all of it. 
The scenery before him didn’t fit the same images that the oxtail sparked in his mind. Everything was so fleeting, but Ozy grasped at them all the same. Open limestone breezeways. Children running barefoot, laughing, screaming. The scents of stews like this that took all day to become. So much meat and rice and pale, buttery beans and fat to fill up his belly past what it could handle. But the taste kept drawing him back. Back to that dark bovine, so tender that it slid clean off the bone– 
“Woah, Ozy. Slow down.”
The grey mage opened his eyes. His plate was almost empty of food compared to Kipling’s, which still had all its contents.
Ozy braced himself and elegantly stifled a belch. “Oh, nice catch, Kip. Guess I ate a little too fast.”
“What are you doing?” Kipling asked when Ozy abruptly stood up.
“Just going to give my compliments to the chef.” He said without looking at her. “I’ll be right back.”
When it became clear that he wasn’t asking for permission, Kip gave some sort of protest. Ozy walked away before he could bother to hear it. 
As someone who regularly opened Doors to the different rooms of the cosmos, Ozy had no problem walking into a kitchen that he didn’t belong in. He found Haider bending slightly over a large pot, about to taste his progress.
By the time Haider noticed a guest was in his kitchen, something else had come to Ozy’s attention. His mind felt clearer, less cluttered. That steadfastness in Haider that he longed to know more of had somehow locked onto him. 
“There were enchantments in your dish,” Ozy said plainly, his own voice sounding louder in his ears than it had in a long time. Normally, it sounded warbled to him submerged in the water of all of his thoughts.
Haider set the spoon down and faced Ozy fully.
“Yes, but not malicious ones,” he said with wide eyes. “I promise.”
Ozy’s locs chirped as he gave a slight shake of his head. “I felt no malice in what I tasted.”
Ozy took in the man standing across from him and was suddenly compelled to touch him. Not for friendliness or companionship, but out of wonder. He gave over to the impulse, resting a hand on Haider’s broad shoulder.
Yes, he thought, feeling that warm energy radiating directly from the chef.
“It all came from you,” Ozy said. “Every bite that made me feel so comforted and… whole.”
Haider bit his lip, wishing he could tell Ozy that it wasn’t just him. Everyone at Zainaba’s Kitchen helped him get it right. Friends, family and coworkers tasted and offered him feedback wherever they could.
The chef couldn’t bring himself to interrupt Ozy. Not while he was studying him so closely with his intelligent hazel eyes. They had been so restless before, but now they seemed to fixate with intention rather than compulsion.
“Does your cooking always make people feel this way?” Ozy asked.
Haider blushed at the weight of Ozy’s lingering hand. “That all depends. Everyone is different and every time you eat it’s a new experience even if it’s the same dish.”
“I’d like to know more,” Ozy said. “About your magic. About you.” He figured that he’d been touching Haider long enough, so he let his hand fall. Judging by the way Haider gaped at him, Ozy had probably said too much as well. He started to walk away.
Ozy had been too strange. Too pushy and presumptuous as always. This always got him in trouble with Kipling and now here was her friend with such an unforgettable, generous presence about him, who Ozy had accosted in his own kitchen and– 
Ozy was stopped by something firm and steady snaking about his waist. The mage’s beaded locs sang in protest as he was turned around to face Haider. Ozy’s eyebrows danced in confusion as the chef presented him with something fine and wooden.
“I hope to see you again, Ozy. But this time not while you’re passing by the window…. This is a tasting spoon.” He tilted the rounded end in Ozy’s direction. “Next time, come inside and ask for me. We can meet back here and you can try whatever dish I’m working on.”
Ozy accepted the spoon like it was made out of gold. “Another gift for me, Haider?” He grinned gently as he reached back, gathered his locs and wound them into a messy knot. Then he worked in the spoon to hold it all together. 
While Haider watched Ozy, he thought silently, You rain sunshine on everyone everywhere you go. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I see it now. You deserve just as many gifts as you radiate, Oz’mandias.
Haider couldn’t bring himself to say these things to Ozy. Not yet. 
Instead, he gave a playful shrug. “Truthfully, we have too many spoons in this place.”
Ozy seemed to relax at that. His murky green gaze softened and lingered for a few moments longer before he turned for the exit. Haider couldn’t help but follow afterwards, stopping at the threshold of the kitchen and the dining space.
Haider felt dizzy and wonderful, the warmth of his own magic mixing with Ozy’s inner sun and echoing back in his veins. His smile grew as he watched the grey mage return to Kipling and point to the spoon trapped in his hair.
“Look what Haider gave me, Kip! Isn’t it neat?”
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the-melting-world · 3 years
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[cheek kiss] Haidi to Ozy ? 👀👀👀
I love them. I love them I love them. I. Love. Them! 💖
Valentines Day Prompts
Haider’s hand felt so warm and relaxed in Ozy’s. In that moment, Ozy appreciated how much larger the chef’s hands were than his. Like a steady, sun-heated rock that Ozy could find solace and stability in among the tempest sea of his thoughts. 
And if that wasn’t perfect enough, Haider leaned his arm against Ozy’s, bringing him more and more away from the unruly tide. Ozy leaned against Haider, into the smells of bauhinias and lingering spices from the long day behind them.
Ozy flexed his slender fingers between Haider’s, trying to convey the gratitude that he hadn’t quite found a way to put into words yet. How do you tell someone you’ve only known for a short time that you valued the way they brought you back, grounded your whole essence in them?
How does one say, Hey there, I truly appreciate the gravitational pull you have on me?
“Ozy?” 
Haider’s deep brown eyes connected with Ozy’s lively hazel ones. 
“Hm?”
Haider squeezed Ozy’s hand in return, but the pressure behind it felt like concern.
“You’re not usually this quiet.”
Ozy did not want Haider to keep worrying, so he folded his other hand on top of his.
“Oh, that’s just because I’m thinking... I like you, Haider.”
The grey mage didn’t seem to notice how wide Haider’s eyes got.
“For very specific reasons,” Ozy went on without missing a beat. “And I’d like to work out those reasons to myself before I voice them to you. That’s all.”
Haider was already warm, but now he was practically glowing like a ripe oven. A hundred thoughts looked like they crossed Haider’s mind before he settled on one and ducked his head to the left. 
Ozy’s cheekbone rippled with heat as Haider pressed and held his lips there. 
“Oh.” His eyes fluttered closed at the warm contact. Once again, he leaned into it.
When the Haider finally withdrew, he wore a dazed smile.
“Please, Ozy. Take as much time as you need.”
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