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“No!”
For a man of his stature, Wriothesley crosses the room at impressive speed. One hand clamps around Neuvillette's wrist, and the other snatches the note away just before it can fall to its burning demise. There's nowhere for Neuvillette to retreat— not unless he wants to take the note's spot in the fireplace— so he just braces himself on his feet as he parses Wriothesley's irate expression.
“What the hell are you doing?” Wriothesley demands as he straightens. “That's evidence.” He holds the note up and away, as if he's expecting Neuvillette to grab at it like a child whose toy has been confiscated.
“Evidence of what?” Neuvillette asks, astonished by the display of fervor from a man known for turning polite nonchalance into an art form. “It's not a crime to send a letter.”
“Letter?” Wriothesley growls. “I think you mean threat.”
Neuvillette receives a threatening letter, and Wriothesley makes some threats of his own.
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- Part 6 of loving you in every lifetime
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Dahlia long ago lost track of how many refills they’ve downed between them, but Venti has clearly reached his limit. He has an obvious tell: when he's drunk, he wobbles back and forth, at constant threat of sloshing wine down the front of his clothes.
Ha! Silly bard. Dahlia pats his palms against the table and hums an off-tune hymn as he basks in his victory.
“Don't look so shmug,” Venti says with a light slurring of his words and an accusatory, off-center point of his finger. “You're jusht as drunk as I am.”
What? No, that's not true. Dahlia opens his mouth to parry with a witty retort, but for some reason all that comes out is, “Pbbt, m’not.”
Venti's answering laugh is as sweet and smooth as honeyed mead. Dahlia watches the curving of that wine-anointed mouth with keen interest, wondering if Venti's mirth tastes as good as it sounds.
Oh. That's a dangerous thought.
Maybe Dahlia is a bit drunk.
A drinking game leads to two unexpected confessions.
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“Oh,” Dahlia squeaks through drawn lips. “Oh, this… we shouldn't be doing this. This is blasphemy of the highest order.”
The vibrations of a muted giggle make his already weakened legs tremble in threat of complete collapse. Turquoise eyes full of dangerous mischief flash up to hold his gaze. The color skews a shade darker than usual as it filters through long, elegant lashes.
“Venti,” Dahlia whines. “They will find us.”
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Wriothesley's guts constricted, stomach bottoming out in a heated clench that punched his diaphragm down and turned his inhale into a pained gasp. Warmth flooded unbidden across the surface of his skin, ruddying his cheeks with blood.
Dear fucking gods. What was that scent?
It registered like a spice to his nose— rich, pungent, and potent enough to edge a sneeze. But unlike any spice he'd ever encountered, this scent carried its own connotation that his instincts recognized immediately.
This room smelled like power. It hung suspended in the air like a dense haze of fog. Pure and unadulterated. True and undeniable.
It made him want to kneel.
It made him want to crawl.
Wriothesley has spent so many years on suppressants that he's forgotten what it means to be an omega. That is, until he meets the one alpha whose scent is impossible to ignore.
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- Part 2 of loving you in every lifetime
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“I have heard,” Neuvillette says, each word cautiously ambling off his tongue, “of a game that humans play. A modification to the rules that might entice you to stay a while longer.”
Wriothesley waits, still wearing that smarmy grin, no doubt expecting Neuvillette to propose some obscure and complicated variant of chess.
“The game is typically played with cards,” Neuvillette continues, “but I believe it will work just as effectively as a motivator in this scenario. For each game you win, I shall remove one article of clothing.”
The way the grin slides straight off Wriothesley's face is immensely satisfying, as is the movement of his scarred throat as it violently bobs. “You will— sorry, what?”
During a friendly game of chess, Neuvillette gets his draconic wires crossed.
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- Part 7 of loving you in every lifetime
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All of my Wriothesley x Neuvillette stories. Rife with angst, smut, and happy endings.
A mix of both Neuvillette and Wriothesley POV, as well as both Wriolette and Neuvithesley.
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All of my Mavuitano fics are here! They are not directly interconnected.
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Moros wonders why his sisters sent him here. To get him out of the way? To protect him?
Surely it can't be to bed the Princess of the Underworld. So why is she the one asking?
And why can't he say no?
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- Part 1 of Magickal
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29 Sep 2025
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All Ariyen cares about is to prove himself. No one knows where he came from, but at the House of Esteri, he masquerades as a star, an outstanding wielder of the Divine Arts. How much of it is a show, even he doesn’t know.
Endellian, the grim and sullen newcomer who harbors a festering grief, is the outsider at the House. His skill with magic only serves to keep him apart from everyone else. Always on the periphery, he cares for no one and nothing but himself, and he doesn’t care to change that.
Outside the walls of the House, however, forces move to disrupt their craft and calling. Faced with threats from their pasts, the two of them must learn to trust each other to protect themselves and their friends.
or, the toxic homoerotic psychosexual rivalry between two idiots turns into something profoundly beautiful and soul-deep
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25 Sep 2025
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After the fall of the Netherbrain, Tav's home in Baldur's Gate was destroyed and Gale offers his tower as a temporary place for her to rest and heal. A very slow-burn romance starts to bloom, while Tav (named Iluviel) struggles to be ready after the things Astarion did to her.
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Lots of D&D lore and (mostly canonical) Waterdeep worldbuilding went into this fic that follows both Gale and Iluviel through their daily lives inside and outside of the wizard's tower.
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Readers said about this fic: "This fic has had me in a chokehold from Day 1. The most deliciously slowest of slow burns, yet with enough intensity and cliffhangers to keep me racing back to it as soon as a new chapter alert comes out. The world-building that has happened in this fic surpasses just about all of the other fics I've read to date, with the imagery and scenery so beautifully written I could imagine myself sitting right in the kitchen along with Gale, Tara, and Iluviel, dodging pots and pans 😁"
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09 Sep 2025
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At a luxurious galactic brothel, Vegeta discovers a rare, little blue sex doll that whets his appetite for something more. (This series written for the Spring 2017 Vegebul Smutfest hosted by the Prince and the Heiress google community.)
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Damage Control by ソープちゃん (yourpseudoboyfie)
Fandoms: 葬送のフリーレン | Sousou no Frieren | Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Manga)
12 Mar 2025
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Earlier, Land had claimed to be ‘acting appropriate.” Ubel had been prepared for Land to take advantage of their situation—but he had immediately stepped away, not even the tiniest bit flustered. He had remained on-task. However, now that there was no threat, no rush, Ubel was surprised. The silhouette in front of her did not budge.
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22 May 2025