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So I finally finished writing the final chapter, which means, I get to post the penultimate chapter, and then I’ll follow up with the last one mmmm well next time I post something, which, maybe Friday? Maybe next Monday? We shall see how that all works out. But! The work is complete and will be done being posted soon.

Bumped the rating up to Explicit. I really do think this is Mature, but well, I mean, there’s– well, you’ll see. Despite the comedy of miscommunication that has been the rest of this story, however, this bit is actually pretty clearly-communicated and all.

Actually as I was doing the final proofread I was thinking specifically about unicornduke and how they’ll probably enjoy the good communication and then mostly want to skip the sex LOL

Listen I’m just going where the muse takes me.

Chapter 9, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48424666/chapters/126305074

Once upon a time, Iorveth would have known exactly what to do, when to press and when to be coy, he’d have had no shame about taking his shirt off or stepping into Vernon’s personal space or deploying direct eye contact or any number of devices, but his face was broken and he’d been in isolation for a year now. He didn’t know how to read people through the filter of their inevitable cringe at his appearance, didn’t have that radiant faith in his own beauty that had once made everything so easy. Playing chicken had carried him far enough the last time, but frantic rutting in the woods was nothing at all like a calculated seduction. (Your picture was not posted)