Chapter 2 Summary: "Be nice," Bulma warns. Vegeta gives her a feral grin with blood-stained teeth and a split, bruised lip. He leans back in the rolling chair, relaxing his grip on her wrist infinitesimally (still not enough for her to get away) as he tilts his head back with the unrivaled princely arrogance only Vegeta could summon. "Or what, exactly?" he drawls; his other hand comes to the back of her knee, dragging a very slow, very torturous circle on her incredibly sensitive skin. Holy shit. takes place around the Cell Games. old habits die hard. accidental sequel to a supposed one-shot.

🚬 punch-drunk: chapter two.🥊
old habits die hard. #vegebul
no archive warnings; explicit; 9k. fictional cigarettes are hot and cool.
i swear it's actually finished this time...
archiveofourown.org/works/810338...
#nautwrites

punch-drunk. by papernautilus Fandoms:Dragon Ball Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply F/M Complete Work 11 Mar 2026 Tags No Archive Warnings ApplyBulma/Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Bulma (Dragon Ball)Three Year Gap (Dragon Ball)POV Vegeta (Dragon Ball)Virgin Vegeta (Dragon Ball)bubble bathsAngst and SmutInternalized MisogynyPregnancyRough SexNo beta we die like krillinVegeta is Bad at Feelings (Dragon Ball) Summary This entire planet, Vegeta decides, must be eliminated. Earth is nothing but a honeytrap full of distractions and unspoiled loveliness, capable of lulling even the most powerful of Saiyan warriors into a false sense of security, like Kakarot and his half-breed son. It would not corrupt him; this he promised himself. He was only lying in wait. or: yet another three year time gap fic.

Consequently, Vegeta chased down death fearlessly. But he wasn't running solely on adrenaline anymore. These humans were easily cowed, and Mrs. Briefs brought him as much food as he could ask for, and the doctor and Bulma made whatever repairs and neccessary modifications to the ship as he requested. His strength quickly multiplied, muscles rippling with tested potential. That is, until he finally caught up with death again. It felt like the entire ship collapsed on his lungs. For seven days every breath he took felt like inhaling fiberglass. There was no escape in sleep. It did not matter how strong he was, his mind knew he was weak. In slumber he chased phantoms of his father, of Kakarot, of that strange boy. But when he woke, Bulma was there. He'd never recovered with the assistance of anyone else. The PTO would just throw him into a healing tank for a week or he'd lick his wounds by himself in his quarters. Recovery was a thing of solitude to be borne alone. He thought about shouting at her to leave, but he told himself it'd be faster if he just let her do whatever she wanted. Bulma talked to him as she changed his bandages. "You're such an idiot," she'd mutter. "You're worse than Goku, and he's bad enough. You'd think you had a deathwish. Four hundred times' earth's gravity, my ass." Her insults always gave him the nearly irrepressible urge to laugh, which was only an added cruelty in his current condition. "I'd almost think you're doing it on purpose," he accuses her. "Making me laugh like this." Bulma flashes her wide blue eyes at him, feigning innocence. "Me? Try to hurt you?" she had the gall to looked shocked and wounded. "How could you possibly accuse me of such a thing!" It was to be Vegeta's next painful lesson: Bulma Briefs never played fair.

🛀 punch-drunk. 🪐
yet another three-year time-gap #vegebul fic.
no archive warnings; explicit; 11k.
archiveofourown.org/works/81033866
#nautwrites

Halmarut clutches his soft plush body close to her breast and it is the warmest Calyx has felt in centuries. He is acutely aware that he lacks a sympathetic nervous system nor thermoreceptors to even feel such a thing. But as his soul possesses this absurd velvet-and-cotton form, his mind conjures explanations out of purgatory. He can feel the ground beneath his two stubby legs just as he can feel Halmarut nuzzle his worn velvet fur and breathe in his scent. She squeezes him tight against her ribcage, drawing her knees up to her chest as she dozes in the alleyway. How different really were their bodies to one another? Halmarut treats her Auri body as if it were another set of clothes she'd donned for the occasion, but even she admits she was very fond of her jade scales. Unwittingly so was he, finding himself entranced in the way they caught the dim lanternlight. He did not require a cardiac system to feel his heart skip a deathless beat when she smiled down at him.

🧸 cotton & formaldehyde. 🧵
T, 1.3k. a calyx/halmarut one-shot.
archiveofourown.org/works/77576831
#nautwrites #7.4spoilers

Halmarut clutches his soft plush body close to her breast and it is the warmest Calyx has felt in centuries. He is acutely aware that he lacks a sympathetic nervous system nor thermoreceptors to even feel such a thing. But as his soul possesses this absurd velvet-and-cotton form, his mind conjures explanations out of purgatory. He can feel the ground beneath his two stubby legs just as he can feel Halmarut nuzzle his worn velvet fur and breathe in his scent. She squeezes him tight against her ribcage, drawing her knees up to her chest as she dozes in the alleyway. How different really were their bodies to one another? Halmarut treats her Auri body as if it were another set of clothes she'd donned for the occasion, but even she admitted she was very fond of her jade scales. Unwittingly so was he, finding himself entranced in the way they caught the dim lanternlight. He did not require a cardiac system to feel his heart skip a deathless beat when she smiled down at him.

big fat end of #ffxiv7.4spoilers but god has cursed me with another crackship. #nautwrites

Corbeau finally squatted down, the smoky miasma of his cologne engulfing you. "And what do you have," Corbeau whispered, "that can equal such a cost?" You pressed your hands into the marble and met his gaze; you expected sadism, and instead found genuine curiosity. His expressions were always so at odds with his harsh inflection, and it unbalanced you as you stammered out, "M-My body." Corbeau looked unimpressed, as if you'd offered nothing more than a café coupon. "And how many times have you used this particular method to get yourself out of unsavory situations?" "I've never—" you swallowed, tried to find that bravery that allowed you to ascend to Rank E in the Z-A Royale. "I've never. With anyone," you clarified. "You would be the first." Corbeau's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he couldn't hide the catch of his breath. Now—now you truly had his entire attention. He leaned back on his heels as he appraised you anew. "You would prostitute yourself?" Corbeau raised an eyebrow. "For him? For AZ? For a city you barely even know?" "Better that than to be in debt to a wannabe mafioso," you couldn't help but snap.

Corbeau laughed; the sound was surprisingly soft. "Nothing can quench that fire in you, kid, can it?" He said with surprising fondness. Was this all amusing to him? Were you just another toy to be hung on his wall like so many fine paintings when he was finished with you? Humiliation rose to your cheeks with a sudden flush. He caught your chin in his slender fingers, dragging your head up to meet his searching gaze. "You can't take this back, you know," he warned. "Think carefully. You're much too young to ruin your life. Trust me, I'd know." "That didn't stop you from ruining Urbain's." Venom dripped from your tongue. "He's a big kid. I need to know you're absolutely certain." Corbeau was giving you an out, and you found yourself contemplating taking it. Exactly how much would you have to do? What would he ask you to do? You hadn't let yourself consider it until now as he cupped your chin in his chilly fingers. Your mind filled with pornographic images, each more vulgar than the last, and you are shocked to find only a strange heat filling your core. Was this for Lumiose's sake, or your own? You'd been asked time and time again by your competitors why you'd so recklessly thrown yourself into a bloodthirsty tourney. You'd mumbled some platitudes, but the truth of the matter was, it was for your sake alone that you persevered. For the seductive taste of victory in the back of your throat as another opponent fell to their knees before you. "I know what I'm worth," you finally exhaled. "As long as it doesn't interfere with my duties to the hotel." Corbeau smirked and stood; you felt strangely bereft of his touch. "Yes, that hotel. Strange that I've invested so much into its continued maintenance and never once stepped foot on its threshold. I'll have to pay them a visit—tonight."

a snippet from a reader/corbeau fic in which harmony decides to pay off urbain's debt with her body. (corbeau doesn't let her.)
#nautwrites

He could not bring himself to drive the hammer down. His breath rattled in his ears, hissing wetly on the exhale. He tightened his grip on the hammer; it was his off-hand, but it would have to do. He could not feel the stone floor beneath his palm, only the intolerable seam between crystal and flesh, jagged crystal rending through muscle and fascia with every wrong move. Raha chokes on a sob, sweaty red strands falling into his eyes; he shoves them out of the way irritably with the back of his hand. He hefts the hammer, aiming above his target. Bends his elbow back as he tests the weight. Swinging once. Twice. Always coming just shy of the crystal, glimmering faintly in the hearthlight. It's a sculpture. It's not you. You cannot even feel it. He tries again to bend his fingers, to crook his thumb. There are no tendons nor nerves to convey the action. It isn't his arm anymore, he knows that. It's the Tower's cost. Raha shoves the belt between his teeth, incisors biting into the leather as he swings the hammer down. It clinks harmlessly against the sapphire. False start. That's alright. He has nothing but time to get this right.

Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more. The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.

a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
#nautwrites

in the back of my mind, it's always there. 🔪
please enjoy my piece for this wonderful and ❗️FREE❗️fanzine that explores the origins of the fabled dead pixel.
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70938246

Standing before him, something seemed to thaw within her; his wife sighs, crossing her arms. "How... how do you mean to fool the courts into thinking we've fulfilled our conjugal duties?" Thorn shrugs. "Muss the sheets. Apply some blood." Ophelia's pale cheeks color. "I will try to affect an aura of perfect contentment," she mutters. "This could all be so much easier if—" Her face grows mottled; she leans over to his undrunk cup of tea and downs that too, as if it were liquid courage. "I know you've said that I owe you nothing," Ophelia says, her voice going shrill with bravery, "but we can afford no detractors to think anything of our union other than perfect truth." And she sheds the greatcoat, baring her chemise to him. Her skin pebbles with gooseflesh, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. "We could—" she swallows hard. "We could at least try," she manages. "That is—if you are willing." If he was willing? A cardiac event was happening inside Thorn's ribcage, so raucous was the pounding of his pulse. He clicks open his pocketwatch again, to avoid looking at her. His gaze still drifts down to her knees between his, flushed and mottled with bruises. "I thought you made your opinion of me and this marriage perfectly clear." Ophelia sighs, her breath tickling his windchapped face. "And you have been very kind in coddling my feelings on the matter, but the fact remains, we and my family remain in danger if the court finds reason to discredit our union. Perhaps, for once, we need not conjure an elaborate ruse to do it." She takes her white-gloved hand to her mouth and nibbles on the seam of her glove, as she was wont to do. "And—perhaps I am—the littlest bit—curious." As ever, she cast all his carefully laid plans into perfect disarray.

little wife.👰
explicit; 4.8k. thorn & ophelia must fulfill their conjugal duties. a #LaPasseMiroir pwp oneshot. #nautwrites
archiveofourown.org/works/70938246

hello! I'm in a mouthwashing zine! 🔪🎂 please look forward to it! #nautwrites

have a wip that I hope I'll be able to see through. wol/aymeric pre-vault religious guilt. #wolaymeric #nautwrites

refulgence. - Chapter 1 - papernautilus - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

if you're interested here's my 2020 and 2021 prompts. very much a mixed bag in terms of quality and I don't know if I even recommend reading them but they made me a much better writer. refulgence archiveofourown.org/works/262430... and penumbra. archiveofourown.org/works/332943... #nautwrites

✨ keep your starlight, pull your strings. 🪢
me writing dom!exarch again. fork found in kitchen.
archiveofourown.org/works/69240401
#nautwrites #ffxivfanfiction #wolgraha #wolexarch

🛁(in your gaze) dissolve me. ⚔️
a sequel fic to how you've haunted me so stunningly. lilith decides to die. g'raha is an expert at suicidal ideation.
⚠️ CCNTUAW; explicit; 10.2k.
archiveofourown.org/works/66994057
#nautwrites #lilith.exe

🐯 inside a saltwater room. 🐟
rujinu post-canon fix-it one shot inspired by the aquarium date concept art.
no archive warnings apply; explicit; 4.3k.
archiveofourown.org/works/66831310
#kpopdemonhunters #rujinu #nautwrites

🌊 how you've haunted me so stunningly.
or: the g'ridibus fic. 18k.
⚠️‼️graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, dead dove: do not eat. 🪦🕊️
illustration by the wonderful @mochamorii.bsky.social.
archiveofourown.org/works/66318904
#nautwrites #lilith.exe

your dark gospel, encrypted in body language. by papernautilus Fandoms:Final Fantasy XIV Explicit Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings F/M Complete Work 22 Aug 2023 Tags Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsY'shtola Rhul/RunarY'shtola RhulRunar (Final Fantasy XIV)Patch 5.0: Shadowbringers (Final Fantasy XIV)Canon CompliantslowburnTrust IssuesDoomed Relationship Summary “Is it not past time you found someone? Strong you may be, but how much stronger might you prove with another at your side?” She remembered Y’mhitra’s tear-stricken face. Voicing something she had never quite allowed herself to consider. And how it felt to be held in strong, unwavering arms. Runar sat down across from her. “You have that expression on your face,” he told her. “You are figuring out something. Care to share?” Y’shtola blinked, and smiled. “Nothing of import,” she assured him. And so it went. Pre-Shadowbringers, Y'shtola/Runar slowburn.

“Our stories are the very core of our belief,” Runar said, sitting down cross-legged on the floor, looking small and bashful for all his size. “I believe it would be most effective if we begin immediately. You will accomplish two things at once: learn of our ways, and fulfill your promise.” “May I ask you something?” Y’shtola said, closing her journal. He nodded, his face open and eager. “We are all driven by our own motivations,” Y’shtola screwed the cork back onto her ink jar. “Our motives need not be the same, but our goals must be of a single fixed point. So, Runar—why are you here?” He blinked, and then spoke, his voice sonorous and soft, “I would save my people. I believe, despite the stacked odds against us, that we will one day see the night sky again. And there is little I would not do to ensure every single one of them lives to see it.” He smiled then, his fangs glittering in the dim candlelight. “I will admit,” Runar said, “I voted against you. For all your wisdom, you have spent not even a full season in our village. And so it is in my best interest, and those of our people, to see you succeed. And you will not,” he pressed his massive hands against the crate, dwarfing hers entirely, “lest you know of our ways, as fluent as any of our Elders.” She felt it again—that shudder through her body, at a man would lay bare his heart as easily as second-nature. There was no pride in his expression, merely hope enduring, and the patience to do his work. Though she had traveled nigh the entire breadth of her world, she had never met a man quite like Runar. “Your argument is sound,” she said instead, taking a fresh tome, uncorking her ink and fetching her quill. “Let us begin.”

my maintenance fic plug is a y'shtola/runar one-shot that tries to answer what y'shtola was doing for those years before the wol's arrival to the first. 12.5k, ccntuaw, explicit. #nautwrites
archiveofourown.org/works/49410598

if you're hankering for ghoulcy new vegas roadtrip & just can't wait seven months for it, may i suggest whetting your appetite on a series of prompts i wrote for #ghoulcyweek this time last year!💕
archiveofourown.org/works/560581...
#ghoulcy #falloutfanfic #cooperhoward #lucymaclean #nautwrites

awake, o sleeper. by papernautilus Fandoms:Final Fantasy XIV Explicit Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, M/M Complete Work 13 Apr 2025 Tags Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceG'raha Tia/Crystal ExarchG'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of LightG'raha Tia | Crystal ExarchKrile Baldesion (Final Fantasy XIV)Vague Female Warrior of LightSelfcestImplied/Referenced Self-HarmSelf-LoveIdentity Issuessoul meldPsychologicalPatch 6.0: Endwalker (Final Fantasy XIV)Alternate Universe - Canon DivergenceSelf-Esteem Issues Summary “What has the Tower done to you?” Raha gasps out. “What horrors have the Ancients wrought upon me?” The Exarch considers this. “A century ago I fed it my soul, and this is all that is left.” In the coalescence of souls, the Crystal Exarch lashes out at the only person he can: himself. alternatively: the Rahacest fic.

“What has the Tower done to you?” Raha gasps out. “What horrors have the Ancients wrought upon me?” The Exarch considers this. “A century ago I fed it my soul, and this is all that is left.” Raha tries to wedge open the door back out into the hall, but this is his Ocular, his Tower, and no door in this place moves save for his indomitable will alone. It stands immutable, as it has for eons, and will for a myriad long after they and this entire city are both naught but dust. When the Exarch corners him, Raha tries to flee, but the Exarch mutters, “Break,” and the boy falls to the floor, moaning as his ankles are caught up in the ambient aether. The left leg, slightly weakened man years ago by a bad fall from a tree, is twisted the wrong way. The Exarch slams his heel into the joint, and Raha howls. “I refuse to believe this is what became of our wish,” he shouts, chest heaving with rage. “Master Galuf would be ashamed of what you’ve become.” “And he was not embarrassed of you? Come now, Raha.” He kneels down over him, cocking his head before none-too-gently presses his crystalline hand over Raha’s mouth. “There is a reason you were sent away from the Isle of Val. I may be old, but I daresay I recall that night just as well as you do. Master Galuf was very clear in his assessment.” Between clenched fingers, Raha chokes out, “I was—we were supposed to impress him, supposed to make a name for ourselves—!” “I built a city.” The words are hollow and cold in his chest. There is no joy in it, no pride, no glowing pleasure of a job well-done, only the muted relief of meeting yet another expectation for himself, day by ceaseless day, for centuries. “I laid as much of the masonry as any one of our stonemasons. I drafted the architectural plans myself. I saved more lives than I lost. I saved not one, but both our Shards. I raised a brilliant little girl into an inspirational young woman.” Lyna’s eyes, teary pools of lavender, ache his chest briefly.

✨ awake, o sleeper.
or: the rahacest fic.
explicit; 5.8k; graphic depictions of violence.
#grahatia #ffxivfanfic #nautwrites archiveofourown.org/works/64679287

@mochamorii.bsky.social infected me with exarch/g'raha insanity. an AU in which emet drops off either CT!g'raha or a convincing clone of him on the irst, and the exarch lashes out at the only person he can--himself. #nautwrites
(i don't know if this will ever make it out of wip hell, sorry!)

of a love so careworn. - papernautilus - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

🖤 of a love so careworn. 🩹
⚠️7.2 spoilers. f!wol/g'raha tia one-shot.
mature; 2.4k; no archive warnings apply.
#wolgraha #ffxivfanfic #nautwrites #7.2spoilers
archiveofourown.org/works/64321960

come on out from underneath who you were. - papernautilus - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

🍸come on out from underneath who you were. ⛈️
⚠️ 7.2 spoilers ahead. a sphene/g'raha tia one-shot.
rated G; no archive warnings apply; 2.8k.
yes, really.
archiveofourown.org/works/64176904
#ffxivfanfic #7.2spoilers #grahasphene #nautwrites

let's play a game: what's your fic author starter pack?

what are 4 fics that you'd tell people to read if they want to get to know you as a fic author? ignore kudos, simply vibe.

here's mine:

#nautwrites

locking in on the g'ridibus wip... martha i'm coming home sweetie #nautwrites

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
vi. i'm the ghost in the back of your head.⛷️
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5.4k. completed.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
v. choir of furies in your bed. 🎄
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 6.1k. a late christmas present.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

☀️ once bitten, twice sky. 🍃
a noel/oschon fic for the dearest @sundaysmermaid.bsky.social. happy starlight 💕
#nautwrites #oschon #noeloschon
archiveofourown.org/works/61720564

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
iv. leave it all down here. 👟
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 4.8k. healing is inevitable.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
iii. forget the horror here. 🍰
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 4.8k. healing is not linear.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
ii. future dust. ⛪
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5k. happy friday the 13th.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites

✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
i. future rust. 🩹
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5.2k. will try to update quickly.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites