An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So as I was saying, I've been writing! Not this whole time, but for the last ..... bit. Currently I've got a toe still in the zhongchili door, but most of my brain has been absolutely obliterated by neuvillette and wriothesley. So here's my current project! chapters 1-3 are up, and 4 of proooobably 6(?) is in the works. It is very very silly and true to my current brand but also secretly a character study masquerading as a goofy spice setup and then a lot of spice ... which I guess actually encapsulates my current brand, oops. It's funny, it's sweetly sincere, it's spicy, it's got some gratutious french yuri, it's got more than it probably should about the cool bachelor pad I built Neuvillette in my head ... it's got an ero theater? That's a big one. A central aspect, even. Great place for an impulse date.
Summary:
The Iudex is ready to try his hand at romance - at least the concept of romance, at least in a general sense. Fortunately, Wriothesley is well-versed in both suffering the consequences and reaping the rewards of Neuvillette's more unusual impulses. Neuvillette/Wriothesley.
"No harm in finding a little extra time for yourself now and again," Wriothesley murmurs. "Take it from me." Ah, there goes that smile again, and Wriothesley turns his attention to the statue to avoid losing his train of thought completely. "From what I hear, you've become something of a master at ferreting out such moments for yourself." Wriothesley chuckles. "Moments, hours, even whole afternoons if the stars align. No one better to tutor our hardworking Iudex then, yes?" "Perhaps so — though I suspect you might find me a hopelessly stubborn pupil." "Of that I have no doubt. Fortunate then, that I've been known to take up a challenge if the reward is suitable." There's a moment of silence that follows, just enough time that Wriothesly has a split-second to wonder if his thoughtless banter has struck some previously unseen nerve. In the periphery, he sees Neuvillette's head tilt, then turn slowly in his direction. "And what would such a reward be, Wriothesley?" The air in Wriothesley's lungs stills for a heartbeat under the sudden sharpening of attention — then he smiles at Neuvillette, easy and unburdened. "Why, easing those dark circles under your eyes, of course. If you're not careful, the Steambird is going to run articles speculating on your complexion and advising readers on how to overcome similar troubles themselves. Imagine — product ads, expert opinions and everything."
