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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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    Pantalone’s hand climbs the line of the leather harness, teasing at the collar around Dottore’s throat. A finger slides beneath the ring. “The well-fed man does not understand the wants of the hungry, doctor.”

    Perhaps not. But Dottore can see the hunger enclosed in Pantalone’s eyes. Endless and insatiable, it devours the violet of his irises, swelling out from the yawning maws of ink-dark pupils.

    Dottore’s voice pitches low. “And what is it you want, Regrator?”

    A story about power and intimacy and the romance of fair exchange. Also, Pantalone wears a corset.

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    And – Childe Tartaglia is a fucking frat boy. He’s sporting a bright red letterman jacket, Alpha Phi Delta running across his chest, and something about the fact that he’s in a frat is so insulting that Scaramouche takes a second to register anything else about him. The fact that he’s tall (people really shouldn’t be this tall), has messy ginger hair and a bright smile on his face, and smells so offensively of some overly masculine cologne that Scaramouche feels like he needs to hold his breath in.
    Everything about him screams person I would never-ever-ever get along with. A frat boy who’s taking a philosophy elective when he can’t even write essays for shit. A frat boy who comes in with a loud “hey, sorry, I’m late!” and drops his sports bag on the table, almost knocking Scaramouche’s coffee over, and extends a hand towards him.

    or, the one where Scaramouche has no choice but to tutor Childe who’s failing his philosophy elective miserably, and he gets so much more than what he bargained for.

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    16 Apr 2024

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    People enter Al-Haitham’s life, and then they leave. That is just the way it is: first it was his parents, and then it was his grandmother, and soon enough, it will be Kaveh. He's already set to have a future that other people could only dream of brushing with their fingers.

    There are much greater things than Al-Haitham in Kaveh's destiny.

    Sometimes all it takes is ten years.

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    “My, oh my, you’ve returned, my knight in shining armor!” Temenos begins, because gods, he cannot help the primal urge to see that handsome face reddened and flustered. “I do sincerely hope all that blood and grime are not yours!”

    Crick’s eyes snap to him, pupils blown wide, some unknown primitive hunger burning deep within them. It is strange, something Temenos has never seen on Crick before. Crick has always been that meek little lamb, gullible and soft and oh-so-adorable—

    He is snapped out of his own head when Crick’s gloved hand takes hold of the front of his cassock,

    Yanks him out of the chair with enough force for him to momentarily float,

    And seals Temenos’s lips with his own.

    Or, where Temenos teases Crick one too many times. He gets what he deserves.

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