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    “Hey, um.” And Colt pauses, because what the hell is he doing. He’s asked plenty of people out, but hardly ever this fast, and almost never when they technically work together. But, well. Crews change between movies. If it goes south, he can keep his head down until filming wraps and, hopefully, never see Driver again.

    If it goes south. Which he hopes it doesn’t. God, he really hopes it doesn’t. “Wanna grab drinks later?”

    Driver’s gaze flicks over him. A full up-and-down, but it’s hard to tell if he’s checking Colt out or sizing him up like one would an opponent. He reaches out, just to brush a bit of hair out of Colt’s face, and smiles again. “Sure.”

    Colt punches the air. “Yes! Yessssss!” Then he catches himself, meets Driver’s — amused, maybe slightly fond — gaze and says, quieter, “I mean, uh. Cool. Awesome. After shooting, then?”

    -OR-

    A meet-ugly, a bar, and sex in the back of Colt's car.

    (Title is lyrics from Sweat by Go-Jo; features art from the wonderful mirimalt! )

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    20 Jul 2026

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    And they were FREAKS (I fell for the pierced Colt propaganda)

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    You, one of the merfolk, live in a society where your success in life depends heavily on song. Unfortunately for you, you cannot sing. In a year of poor hunting, your pod finally finds a use for you: a sacrifice to the leviathans who live in the deep trenches. You believe death is all that awaits you in the depths, but a past act of kindness means you may not be as doomed as you think.

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    16 Apr 2026

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    “Is there a convention in town?” Wriothesley asks weakly.

    “A convention?” Neuvillette inquires, cocking his head to the side. It’s adorable. He’s adorable, but Wriothesley is starting to spiral.

    Because he doesn’t recognize these buildings. Their construction is—weird. A degree off of what he considers normal. Blue roofs. White stone. Cobbled streets. The most handsome man he’s ever seen in cosplay—except he’s starting to think Neuvillette isn’t cosplaying at all and that he, Wriothesley, is having a mental break.

    A modern!Wriothesley at the end of his rope finds himself in canonical Teyvat.

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    23 Jan 2025

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    Devoured this fanfic in two days and I’ll do it again

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    When Navia receives the invitation from Wriothesley and Neuvillette instead of the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide and the Iudex of Fontaine, she knows something’s up. They have no reason to invite her over for dinner unless they want something.

    Somewhere between appetizers and the main course, she wonders if this isn’t some weird sex thing, but this is Monsieur Neuvillette, who might be the most sexless man she’s ever met. It can’t be that.

    Except when Wriothesley brings out dessert, he says, “So, we have a proposition for you, and you’re welcome to say no to it,” and she knows.

    “Oh,” she says. “This is a sex thing, isn’t it?”

    When Neuvillette decides he'd like to explore sex with a woman, he and Wriothesley invite Navia to join them.

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    “You won’t be able to forget how it feels when I’m inside of you. You will crave it like a cat in heat…”

    The stranger’s face mask is brushing his earlobe, and his eyes go wide as he imagines the depraved grin that must be hidden behind the fabric. Not even his boyfriend, a fellow alpha has sounded so gruff and throaty in the throes of their lovemaking.

    “Like my little bitch.”

    Based off NikSaf's Frisky February piece for chikan (public molestation) posted here (account may be locked). NSFW art is embedded in the fic, be careful when opening in public!

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