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maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· 6d

#wriolette lovers, you have about 24 hours left to order your copy of The Finer Points of Control! POs will close on Aug 7 at noon ET! 🔗⬇️

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· 19d

there's still two weeks left to get your copy of The Finer Points of Control! for anyone in the EU or the UK, there's a GO you can join as well! 🔗⬇️

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· 28d

the proof for Finer Points arrived! did i cry again when i opened the box? you bet i did if you want to own this #wriolette fanbook 🔗⬇️

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jul 8

The Finer Points of Control: Preorders Open! Get your limited-edition copy of Finer Points! This physical #wriolette fanbook contains the entire story, four lush illustrations, and a gorgeous cover. 👀 POs will run until August 5 at noon ET. 🔗⬇️

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jun 10

The Finer Points of Control: Limited-Run Physical Book i'm excited to announce that i'm turning finer points into a physical book! check out the interest check and the carrd, linked below, for additional details! the interest check will be open until July 8 ❤️ [ #wriolette ]

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jun 8

Those Heirs Uncrowned: Limited-Run Physical Book i'm thrilled to announce that i'm turning THU into a physical book! check out the interest check and the carrd, linked below, for additional details! the interest check will be open until July 6 ❤️ [ #phaidei ]

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Apr 17

The Prince and the Dromas ★ Phainon disappears after a night of drinking with Cipher. Mydei, in search of their usual morning spar, goes looking for him only to find a strange dromas instead. [ teen ★ #phaidei ★ 🔗⬇️ ]

When Mydei wakes up at entry hour, it’s to thirty texts and ten missed calls, all from Phainon. Bleary eyed, he stares at his teleslate for a long moment before setting it face down on his nightstand once more. He groans into his pillow, lies there for another long moment, and then blindly reaches for his teleslate. A few taps later, he presses it to his ear.

“Mydei,” Phainon’s voice says, somehow managing to slur the consonants. “Mydei you… you wouldn’t—woah. Woah. Everything is—is—” A raucous round of laughter drowns out Phainon’s voice. He’s at a bar. Or, rather, he was.

This is so annoying.

“Mydei,” Phainon says again. “You wouldn’t be… belieeeve—” He stretches the word out like it’s some kind of competition. “Cipher just—Cipher just told me the craziest—it’s so—it’s really, um. It’s crazy. I’m—I’m—” The message stops.

Mydei pulls his teleslate from his ear to stare at it and the thirty-second long message. It’s not the first time Cipher has dragged Phainon to an ouzeri to get him blackout drunk.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 18

Aperture, ch5—The truth about Phainon's heart comes out, and Mydei confronts him about it. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78908836/chapters/209441301 [ #phaidei | modern au ]

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” he says, staring blankly at the floor between them. “What am I—Castorice, he has Khaslana’s heart.”

She makes a soft, wounded sound. “I know,” she says, and nothing else, but he doesn’t need her to say anything more, not yet. There’s nothing to be said, anyway.

Phainon has Khaslana’s heart, and Mydei can’t figure out how to feel about it. Here, at last, this thing has ripped open the old wound of Khaslana’s passing, letting it bleed freely, and he’s not sure how to staunch it this time. Is worried he might not be able to.

“Does knowing change anything?” Castorice asks, so softly, so kindly, as though she knows how fragile he is. Maybe she does. “Knowing that Phainon has Khaslana’s heart?”

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 16

i want to turn more of my fics into physical copies for folks to own, but i need your help to figure out what to make! pls check out the form linked below and tell me which #phaidei and #wriolette fics you'd like to have as physical copies ❤️ 🔗 forms.gle/u59p6TgP5C3JzwXD9

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 14

To Be Known—For Neuvillette, to be touched is to be known. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/79520691 [ #wriolette | “sweetest sin” | @thewrltalbum.bsky.social ]

To be touched is to be known. Hands worn and scarred from rough use are rougher still against his flesh. They are gentle, lingering caresses stroking from face to neck to shoulders, long and slow, the draw of the tides in Wriothesley’s fingertips, warm tidal pool water washing over him. He can breathe in the water but not beneath Wriothesley’s hands, though breathing is secondary to how Wriothesley’s hands feel him, shape him.

He is known.

Described by touch, painted by the calloused tips of fingers worn down by hard work and the labor of tinkering over sheet metal and gears, he is chained to his body and freed from it, made more by the burgeoning heat within him. He, a creature of water, of Hydro, defined by fire and flame and the conflagration of his body, of bones made into kindling.

Cool water slips down his cheeks; droplets rattle the windows and patter against the exterior walls.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 13

Aperture, ch4—Mydei opens up about his deceased husband to Phainon, and Phainon reveals the source of the scar on his chest. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78908836/chapters/208487286 [ #phaidei | #phaideibang2026 | modern au ]

They’re watching some terrible Christmas movie—something about a big city journalist returning to her small town for the holidays—because Phainon is addicted to them, but Mydei isn’t paying much attention. His fingers brush over the bottom edge of that scar that runs down Phainon’s chest. He frowns.

“I almost died,” Phainon says abruptly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. “I—sorry. That was… sorry. I’m just… bad at talking about it.”

Mydei tips his head back, looking up at Phainon as Phainon looks down at him, their noses brushing. “What happened?”

“I was born,” Phainon replies with a dry, unpleasant laugh. He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and looping his arm around Mydei’s hip, drawing him closer. Exhaling heavily, he continues. “I was born with a heart defect, a bad valve. It was okay when I was younger, but became problematic as I got older. Medication managed everything for a while, but it got worse and worse, to the point where the whole thing had to go.”

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 11

Aperture, ch3—Phainon takes Mydei home with him, and Mydei has a crisis of conscience with Castorice. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78908836/chapters/208146076 [ #phaidei | #phaideibang2026 | modern au ]

Phainon’s apartment is a torturous ten-minute walk from his studio. Beneath his shirt and jacket, the rope harness rubs over Mydei’s chest and ribs. It squeezes when he breathes too deep, a phantom embrace, and the pressure of its bindings keep him on a strange edge. Though the distant haze from the studio fades on the street, his desire doesn’t. Phainon makes sure of it. As they walk, he’s free with his hands, touching the small of Mydei’s back, brushing their knuckles together, curving his palm around Mydei’s elbow to guide him around this corner or across that street. When they pause at intersections, Phainon leans over to murmur in Mydei’s ear. Nothing crass, nothing erotic, just promises that they’re almost at his apartment and that Mydei is doing so very good.

It’s enough to have Mydei crawling out of his skin.

By the time the elevator doors in Phainon’s building open, Mydei is so hard he hurts, and his underwear is sticking uncomfortably to his cock. He wants to tear off his own clothes, wants—

The doors close, and Phainon is on him.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 6

Aperture, ch2—Mydei models for Phainon, sparks fly, and Phainon makes an unexpected offer. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78908836/chapters/207265936 [ #phaidei | #phaideibang2026 | modern au ]

He’s going to throw up.

Standing just outside the door to Phainon’s studio, located in an old brick building on the edge of the arts and theater district, Mydei is so nervous that he’s pretty sure he’s going to throw up. Which is ridiculous—he’s ridiculous—because this isn’t a date. It’s a job. He’s doing a job for someone else. Sort of. Volunteering, really.

Raking a hand through his hair, he squares up to the door, inhales deeply, and knocks twice.

Phainon opens it a second later, a broad grin on his face. “Mydei!” he says, warm and effusive. “Come in, come in.” He stands aside, letting Mydei into a sun-drenched corner unit with floor-to-ceiling Palladian windows. Even with all of Phainon’s equipment—an assortment of backdrops, several boxy lights, a handful of cameras, and an assortment of old tables and chairs—the industrial studio feels spacious. Open. Welcoming.

Mydei relaxes as Phainon shuts the door, though he points at the windows that look into an office building across the street. “Please tell me you have blinds.”

Phainon laughs. “Not interested in giving the tech bros a show?”

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Feb 4

Aperture—After the unexpected death of his partner, Khaslana, about a year ago, Mydei meets photographer Phainon at a gallery exhibition he's forced to attend by his friend, Castorice. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78908836 [ #phaidei | #phaideibang2026 | modern au ]

Mydei’s stomach churns. His palms sweat. He has half a mind to turn around and go home, but Castorice, crowds his exit and prevents his escape.

“I really do think you’ll like his work,” Castorice says as they pass through the foyer and into the gallery proper.

“As if I have any eye for art,” Mydei replies. Art galleries have always left him feeling vaguely left out, as if everyone else grasps something about what’s on display that’s just beyond him.

Castorice rolls her eyes. “As if plating isn’t just sculpture with food.”

He opens his mouth to fire back a snide rejoinder, realizes she’s right, and holds his tongue instead. She’s doing him a favor, forcing him out of his house, one of his only friends who’s stuck with him over the past year of tremendous, never-ending grief. No one knows how to deal with a widower’s pain and loss. No one wants to. But Castorice has faced even more death than he has, and she hasn’t let him pull away from the world despite his attempts.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jan 22

In Exchange for a Pardon—When Neuvillette goes into heat for the first time, she turns to Zhongli for assistance. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/78115246 [ #zhonglette | fem!zhongli | fem!neuvillette ]

Zhongli senses it: the moment Neuvillette’s foot touches the docks in Chenyu Vale. Hydro authority ripples across the land, flooding Zhongli’s body, submerging her in its cool strength.

She sighs, lowering her tea. “How regrettable,” she says to herself, rising from the table. The day is pleasant—or it was—with the sun warm and bright in a cloudless sky painted truest blue, a gentle breeze from the south easing the heat. A wonderful day to sit and enjoy tea by the harbor. But now Neuvillette is here, and Zhongli won’t suffer her presence. Not with Neuvillette’s intent to judge her hanging over her head.

There is, however, a strange note to the Hydro rippling around Zhongli. Instead of a steady wave of power emanating from the Hydro Sovereign there comes a jagged, chaotic sensation, like power uncontrolled. How strange. Neuvillette is nothing if not controlled.

But that isn’t Zhongli’s problem.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jan 18

All Devouring—Neuvillette meets a mysterious traveler named Childe who claims only to want to know the myths and legends surrounding the hydro dragon. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/77911336 [ #chilette | dead dove | eldritch horror ]

That night, Neuvillette dreams of the sea, but it is made of darkness and glittering starlight. He coasts through empty space instead of warm waters, and a distant sense of urgency churns in his belly. Faster, he must go faster, there is something creeping close behind him, but the fear that accompanies nightmares isn’t present in this dream—and he knows he is dreaming, is keenly aware of the world’s constructed fantasy. No, there is no fear, only the thrill of being chased, something he’s long desired but never found cause to enjoy. None can match him; he is alone in the world, a singular creation, left over from another era.

He flees ahead of whatever it is, a tidal wave of force at his back, his heart beating harder with exhilaration. With excitement. He wants… he wants…

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jan 15

Snowed In—When Neuvillette is snowed into his bed and breakfast in small-town Poisson, he and another guest, Wriothesley, are forced to weather the complications together. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/77728241 [ #wriolette | hallmark au ]

“You’ll have noticed,” Callas continues, “that most rooms at the Spina have a fireplace. We’re going to get those lit immediately and pair those of you with fireplaces with those of you who don’t have them.”

The two couples immediately claim each other, which leaves Neuvillette with… “Wriothesley and Neuvillette,” Callas says, offering Neuvillette an apologetic sort of smile. Neuvillette inclines his head. “Hopefully it’s just for the night.” The way he speaks suggests to Neuvillette that this really isn’t the sort of problem that will be fixed in one night.

“We’ll manage just fine,” Wriothesley says, and his expression is warm as he extends a hand to Neuvillette. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but.” He shrugs with the most handsome, lopsided grin Neuvillette has ever seen.

That handsome lopsided grin being irrelevant, Neuvillette takes his hand—large, warm, rough—and squeezes it. “Likewise.”

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jan 15

What the Water Whispered—The Primordial Sea tempts Wriothesley into opening its sluice gate beneath Meropide. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/77730886 [ #wriothesley | character study | psychological horror ]

The previous administrator leaves behind a journal and contained within it are the scribbles of a madman.

Wriothesley flips through the journal’s final pages by lamplight, disbelief lifting his brows and widening his eyes. Barely legible words scrawl across the page, bent and broken and sharp like so many daggers. Numerous tears cut through the paper beneath the heavy marks, gouged by the tip of an angry pen.

whispers whispers whispers they don’t stop they never stop I hear them in the night in the day in the early morning and the dark of the night and then the water comes it rises all around me the water the water the water it wants to hold me it wants to embrace me it wants wants wants

Thumbing across the paper, he counts the pages of maddened scribbling. One, three, five, ten. A month passes on paper before he discovers a coherent entry—an entry describing a hidden staircase into the depths of Meropide beneath this very office, of a tunnel of creeping cold, of a sluice gate.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Jan 10

The Sea at Twilight—Neuvillette and Wriothesley reflect on the spaces they've carved out for one another. [ established relationship | #wriolette ] 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/77438006

Sweet falls the twilight across the countryside, rolling fiery vermillions and velvety purples in a blanket across the sky. Bright come the stars, glittering in their firmament, pinpricks of golden yellow and cool cerulean. Quiet rush the waves, whispering over sandy shores, licking naked toes as the bubbling froth of the surf surges over and around flesh and bone.

There stands Neuvillette in the oncoming twilight, his pants rolled over his knees, his shirt undone, his hair loose. Silvery strands of it catch on an errant breeze, dancing behind him, and he regards the stars in their heavenly home. From a distance, perhaps as far from Neuvillette in this moment as the stars themselves, Wriothesley watches. Quiet, contemplative. A faint smile plays across his lips, the expression impossible to resist. Neuvillette is impossible to resist, his gravity greater than that of celestial bodies.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Dec 27

with 2025 just about over, i wanted to do a lil year in review and thank you all for your support ❤️ times are hard but writing for you brings me such joy. thank you for another wonderful year!

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Dec 24

Home for the Holidays—Tired of their families pressuring them about significant others at Christmas, Mydei and Phainon agree to pretend to date each other and then break up after the holidays. Things don't go as planned. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/76350881 #phaidei

“Cipher put you up to this,” Mydei says, at the same time Phainon says, “Goddamnit, Cipher.”

Mydei crosses his arms. “How are you of all people supposed to help me get through Christmas with my family?” he asks dryly.

Phainon’s brows lift. “Huh.” When he doesn’t elaborate, Mydei gives him a look. “Well,” he says. “It’s just that I think I have a similar problem. With family. And Christmas.” He grimaces. “If I don’t come home with a boyfriend, I think my mother will kill me.”

Mydei’s eyes narrow. “Did you tell Cipher that? She probably thinks we can help each other.”

Phainon’s scoffs. “How? By pretending to date each other?”

“Pretending to date each other? Are you even listening to yourself?” Mydei asks sharply.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 16

The Malleability of Form—After getting into a fight with a teacher at school, Neuvillette and Wriothesley's child, Astrée, learns some interesting things about dragons and gender. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74306726 #wriolette

“You know you don’t have to be like the girls or the boys,” Furina says.

Astrée goes still. “Huh?” She doesn’t deflate, but she sure wasn’t expecting Furina to say something like that. Then she scowls. This feels like a trap, and she doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like that yet another adult is—is trying to treat her like she’s dumb.

“Plenty of people prefer to identify themselves as neither male nor female. Why do you think I don’t wear skirts?” Furina asks with a small smile.

Astrée frowns, mouth working, trying to figure out a reply to that. “But you dress like a prince,” she says at last. And then she startles a little. “Oh. Oh. You dress like a prince but you’re a girl.” At least, she thinks Aunt Furina is a girl. Everyone says Aunt Furina is a girl. She used to be Lady Furina, before the prophecy came true. Now, she’s just Aunt Furina. Her frown deepens. “Are you a girl?” she asks, a little hesitant, a little unsure.

“Most days,” Furina replies. “Enough days that it’s fine for you to assume I am. But you don’t want to be a girl most days. Do you?”

Astrée scowls. “What, like there’s a secret third thing?” she demands.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 15

Three Nights into a Honeymoon—Neuvillette and Wriothesley enjoy a honeymoon at last. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74249456 #wriolette

The bathroom door opens. Wriothesley glances over at Neuvillette—and then looks again, mouth going dry. His heart starts pounding. Because Neuvillette is wearing nothing more than his spats and polished work shoes, his hair in a braid that hangs behind him, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of his body, and he—he’s watching Wriothesley with his chin upraised and a small, curling smile on his lips.

“Hello, beloved,” he purrs, liquid and warm.

Wriothesley pushes himself away from the pillows at his back, going to his knees. “You…” He swallows around his tongue, suddenly too thick for his mouth.

Neuvillette approaches the bed with a rolling gait, and Wriothesley’s entire brain just shuts down. Everything but the most necessary functions cease. “Me,” he says in that same wicked purr. He puts one knee on the bed and then the other. Leans over and crawls toward Wriothesley, whose breath comes in short bursts. And when he reaches Wriothesley, he reaches out with one hand and, with casual, draconic strength, flicks Wriothesley onto his back.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 14

The Measure of a Good Hoard—Getting used to being a dragon is complicated, especially when Wriothesley's new instincts get a little out of control about tea in particular. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74196301 #wriolette

All his interest sharpens on the tea shop around him. With shocking ease, he separates out all the different individual flavors of tea and identifies the ones he doesn’t already have. And he needs them. Suddenly, viscerally, with almost the same drive that he needed Neuvillette during his rut, he needs these teas.

Not a minute later, he’s grabbed a shopping basket and filled it with five different tins. He stares at his new collection, a little baffled by his behavior, and then catches another new scent. Vanilla and almond. Without thought, he crosses the shop to find the tea in question, mindlessly putting it in his basket along with the others.

More. He needs more. There have to be more teas here he hasn’t had before, and he finds them with a single-minded intensity.

“That will be eight thousand mora,” the proprietor says, shaking Wriothesley out of his daze. “I know you’ll appreciate the vanilla almond blend especially, Your Grace,” he says cheerfully, passing the bagged tea to Wriothesley.

It takes all of Wriothesley’s self-control not to grab the bag, open it, and quite literally count up all the tins inside it. “No better place in all the Court,” he assures Armand. With a wave, he departs the tea shop, staring at the bag in his hand. “What the fuck?” he mutters to himself.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 13

Possession—Neuvillette and Wriothesley make time for each other while Neuvillette is pregnant with their first egg. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74150081 #wriolette

For so many years, he’s been alone. Now, not only does he have Wriothesley, his husband and mate, but he has the promise of a family and a child, two things he never thought he’d have.

“Look at you.”

He glances to the side, where Wriothesley leans naked against the bathroom threshold, a grin curving his lips and a liquid warmth smoldering in his eyes. “What about me?” he asks.

Though his body has changed, though he must spend more time in a hybrid form to accommodate the egg growing inside him, Wriothesley’s desire for him hasn’t waned. No, Wriothesley wants him despite the changes in his body. Because of those changes. Never once has he had cause to worry about Wriothesley’s affections.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 10

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maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Nov 1

It's been a minute, so I wanted to give everyone a quick prod update on where we're at with leftovers, EiS second run, and digital orders!

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Oct 31

From the Sword Blooms—As Zhongli seeks amends, Childe comes to an important decision about his own ailment... 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/69813776/chapters/191480816 a #zhongchili collab with @sconeswrites.bsky.social

“Ai ya, what’s this?” His employer, the young Director Hu, stands in the doorway, staring at the scattering of petals, her eyes wide. Then she clicks her tongue, shakes her head and says, “It’s that Fatui boy, isn’t it? You two haven’t spoken to each other since he released that monster into our harbour.”

His first instinct is to deny it. His health is not her responsibility, but his alone, and for all those thousands of years, responsibility was a weight to shoulder alone, and to impose upon his subjects the mark of an unsuitable god. But the petals and blood spell the truth plainly, and to deny his affliction would be an insult to her intelligence.

“Indeed,” he says. “But it is no matter that you should concern yourself with.”

“Not a matter to concern myself with? Ai ai ai!” She marches across the room and plants a hand on the desk, raising the other to waggle a finger at Zhongli. “My favourite consultant is trying to land himself in one of my coffins, that’s definitely a problem. Eesh, and you haven’t even asked me about the two for one deal.”

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Oct 30

A Sticky Solution—After Flins inhales a most troubling pollen, Varka lends his assistance. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/73389486 #varflins | #knightlight

“I heard,” Varka says, “that you took some snowbloom pollen to the face.” Oh, well, that’s a nightmare. Flins can’t believe the Traveler told on him. “And I wanted to make sure you were… doing well.”

Fixing Varka with an unimpressed stare, trying not to stare at his mouth, Flins crosses his arms. “The effects will dissipate in a day or two.”

“They say the effects are miserable,” Varka says.

Flins lifts both brows and barks out a disbelieving laugh. “Grand Master—” He clings to Varka’s title because if he uses Varka’s name, it will come out a moan. All of those unsatisfying orgasms have come to the fantasy of Varka in his bed, in his body. “Grand Master, we both know there is only one want to alleviate the effects of snowbloom pollen, and while I appreciate the intimation of your offer, I do not particularly appreciate being the butt of this joke.”

“What joke?” Varka asks.

Flins presses his lips into a tight smile. “Your presence here,” he says through a clenched jaw.

maleficar | reg@maleficarwrites· Oct 29

Thrice Tried—Childe has always been too dedicated to the Tsaritsa to find time for intimacy. Zhongli changes that. 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/73331886 #zhongchi