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Wriothesley should just write the whole thing off as a stupid wet dream. Weird as hell, sure. Also the best fucking wet dream of his life? Fuck, yeah. But not the point.
Could blame his horny ass for not having gotten any action in a while now. Except, except it felt too real. And way too intimate. Emotional. He's never experienced something like that. His brain shouldn't be able to fabricate something so raw and tender.
Even now, Wriothesley can still feel, remember Neuvillette's–
Wriothesley wakes up from his wet dream, drug trip or whatever. He isn’t the Administrator of Meropide and the Chief Justice isn’t in love with him. Everything is back to normal—as it should be.
Only he can’t find his white tee. But that doesn’t mean anything, right?
Alternatively: There is no fucking way the Chief Justice is going to be my future husband!!!