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SO YULETIDE REVEAL IS FINALLY HERE AND AT LAST I CAN PROMO MY CHARLOTTE/FACILIER 13K TINY BEHEMOTH OF A GIFT FIC. IT'S HERE. IT'S A THING. PLEASE ENJOY IT.
this piece was written for LunaFanWork! warning for like.... dark themes, background necromancy, the usual stuff for those who know me, and then some extra as requested. the tags are important on this one, folks. i mean it.
general thoughts on the challenge itself: it was a bit of a puzzle to put together, because like 80% of the yuletide letter were kinks that definitely were not my kinks, and for the bits i liked and/or could stomach i had to turn it this way and that to find a way to make it work. i'm actually fairly pleased with how it turned out!(even though i had to rewrite a few bits last minute because of confusing/conflicting prompts and DNWs, special shoutout to the mods for giving me an extra day!) it's definitely not the lottie i'd have written if the request did not ask specifically for it, though.
also, my mental english voice has been speaking in a southern accent since december because of this fic, so that's been fun.
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this piece was written for LunaFanWork! warning for like.... dark themes, background necromancy, the usual stuff for those who know me, and then some extra as requested. the tags are important on this one, folks. i mean it.
general thoughts on the challenge itself: it was a bit of a puzzle to put together, because like 80% of the yuletide letter were kinks that definitely were not my kinks, and for the bits i liked and/or could stomach i had to turn it this way and that to find a way to make it work. i'm actually fairly pleased with how it turned out!
also, my mental english voice has been speaking in a southern accent since december because of this fic, so that's been fun.
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“Are you gonna try and lecture me on this, Shadowman?” She scowls. “You ain’t a saint yourself, either.”
“Not at all, dearest Charlotte,” he says smoothly, and bows low to press a dragging kiss to the back of her hand. His voice is a raspy, burning thing, intense enough to send red heat up her cheeks. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he meant it. “With a motive like that, darling? A woman after my own heart.”
“You mean you have one?” she shoots back haughtily, and snatches her hand from between his.
Facilier smirks at her, unmoved. “Widely debated, I hear.”
“Not at all, dearest Charlotte,” he says smoothly, and bows low to press a dragging kiss to the back of her hand. His voice is a raspy, burning thing, intense enough to send red heat up her cheeks. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he meant it. “With a motive like that, darling? A woman after my own heart.”
“You mean you have one?” she shoots back haughtily, and snatches her hand from between his.
Facilier smirks at her, unmoved. “Widely debated, I hear.”
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