#but Morbols are his favorite

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Prompt #24: (Your Choice) Trust

FFxivWrite2023

Without a doubt, the Diarmune could be a stubborn man depending on the situation. Generally he comes off rather passive and docile, preferring to avoid conflict, but once in a while there is the odd thing that he simply digs his heels in about and that's it. This was one such time and it all started with a snarky comment.

"You could never tame on of those beasts... Can't trust them not to eat you the moment you turn around." It was one of very few times where he was genuinely miffed at his friend and fellow Gleaner Tanalas, but Dia decided it was better to simply prove the other Viera wrong, rather than simply argue it.

So he did just that. Finding a perfectly health seed, Dia hatched the Morbol Seedling and dedicated all of his time to earing it's trust and training it to recognize him in a positive way. Of course there were the odd set backs, and at some points Dia even questioned if he really would be able to tame such a naturally aggressive creature.

It took many months of dedicated work to even get to a point where he could have the seedling out and about with him without worry it would attack other creatures, but finally a break through. Something in their relationship changed, and the Morbol started to behave less aggressive towards him, even ceasing it's attempts to use it's tiny bad breath. A few years passed and the Seedling turned into a juvenile, growing significantly and starting to develop it's brighter tips, the greens and yellows shifting to more orange and red tones. While he couldn't bring it with him from Labyrinthos, they went on smaller adventures within the safety of the area.

Two more years passed before the Morbol reached it's full size and impressive color scheme. There had been the odd few set backs, but they had triumphed over it, and finally Dia felt it was time to introduce his friend.

So he did what any petty person would do in this situation... Invited his friend to visit without actually telling him about the monstrous Seedkin that was waiting for him. Perhaps the intended scare was a bit of revenge for doubting Dia... but it certainly did the trick. The other Gleaner had screamed like a child when the Morbol wriggled itself over the hill and rumbled towards him, startling the man severely and causing him to trip and slide on the grass to get away. Dia however simply stood and waited as the Morbol came to a halt by his side. Never had Diarmune held such a satisfied 'I told you so' look in all the years they had known each other.

"I... Guess I owe you an apology..." Tanalas muttered, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "You actually did it... You tamed a damn Morbol..." His words received a most delighted smile from Dia as he reached up to pat the Morbol's jaw. "Told you I could. Her names Dahlia." At the name his friend simply stared, concerned for the obsessive nature of the Viera to have actually dedicated the time and risk of body harm just to prove he could.

"I guess you win... C-can we go now? I feel like she's sizing me up for a meal..." He could hear the nervousness in his friend's voice, and finally Dia nodded, giving his Morbol the cue to return to her specially made terrarium. Now he could easily study her and develop his anti-bad breath spray without risk to his or the Morbol's safety.

"I think you owe me lunch." Dia mused, gently nudging Tanalas with his elbow. "For doubting me." Am amused smirk formed on the other Viera's face and finally he nodded, admitting to his defeat.

"Fine, but I am -never- betting against you again... That was absolutely insane. Impressive, but stupid." Folding his arms over his chest Tanalas simply sighed and started to head off down the will.

"Well, you coming? Lunch is waiting."

#ffxivwrite2023 #Diarmune Rhet-khas #He is really fascinated by the different Seedkin species #but Morbols are his favorite

[cryptictongues]

Good Girl

pairing: Clive Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 9.5k summary: Reader needs the rough side of Clive in bed. High jinks ensue. This takes place after Follow the Morgenbeards, and while there are some contextual things that are referenced from the first one shot, this can be read by itself.

warnings: porn with plot, established relationship, miscommunication, fluff and smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blow job, masturbation, hair pulling, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, possessive behavior, spanking, desk sex, slight degradation, pussy slapping, face-sitting, deepthroating

Spoiler free aside from a vague mention of a side quest and a hunt.

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The Backyard has become one of your favorite places. Getting to enjoy the greenery and the fresh oxygen coming from the fruit trees and plants has become a pastime of yours. Your reason for visiting today, however, was a mystery; for Clive wouldn’t tell you.

You had woken up in his bed alone, and assumed he went ahead for an early start and let you sleep in. When you got up later that morning, you saw he left you a note that there was a surprise for you in the Backyard. Your automatic thought was that the Morgenbeards had bloomed. Clive had told you he had to get a special kind of morbol, a Carrot, to help the flowers take root. He had brought a part of it a couple weeks ago, and it’s the only thing that could be waiting for you to unveil. 

So imagine your surprise when you see a whole bed of not just Morgenbeards, but flowers from all over Storm. Pinks, blues, reds, purples, and yellows paint the grass and soil, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Clive went through all the trouble of finding so many beautiful flowers across Storm, and the gesture makes your heart swell. He is so good to me you thought. You truly couldn’t believe that you were the one to capture Clive Rosfield’s heart.

Lost in thought, it takes you a second to register two armor bound arms wrapping around your middle. “Found you.” Clive whispered, squeezing you tighter and his breath tickling your ear. You laugh and sink further into his arms, embracing the beautiful moment you are experiencing. “I can’t believe they bloomed. They are wonderful.” You sigh, your eyes never straying from the flowers before you. He hums and turns you around to get a good look at you. He can’t help but think how you are as stunning as ever, even more so with the look of pure happiness on your face. 

“I would have stopped at nothing to ensure that they bloom.” Clive stated, bringing a hand to cup your face with his palm. “Even more so now seeing the joy it has brought you.”

You grasp the hand on your cheek and bring a kiss to his palm. “You are too good to me, Clive Rosfield. You have no idea how much I adore you.”

“And I you, my beautiful girl.” Clive smiles and brings you back to him for a kiss. You can feel yourself grinning from ear to ear. Clive wears his heart on his sleeve. Since love has been declared between the two of you, he doesn’t hesitate to show his affections. You could be talking with another person in the Hideaway, and he will come give you a quick peck on the cheek before continuing his rounds. You could be helping Mid in her dungeon, and he would embrace you with ease as you continue to work. Ever since that night, he has not shied away from showing his love for you, letting everyone in the Hideaway know you are his. 

The thought of that night sends a flutter to your stomach. It’s been a mere few months since the incident with the vampire thorns… and the best sex you have ever had. After you had been rid of the poison, you thought the night would end with you going back to your quarters and acting like nothing had happened. By the Founder, were you wrong.

If anyone had walked in and saw what was happening before their eyes that night, they definitely would have thought Clive was the one infected with sex spores. 

Because that man was insatiable.

He had pushed you over the edge so many times, had you moaning his name like he was a God you worship. He had spanked your ass until it was a “gorgeous” red, as he had put it, and fucked you until you left plenty of drool and tears in your wake from the pleasure you received. It was messy, it was intense, it was mindless. And you loved every single second of it.

However, every time you both partake in any sort of sexual activity, he treats you like you are his treasure. He makes love to you with care, mending his heart with yours as he sends you into bliss. It is beautiful, caring, loving, and intimate in all the right ways. As much as you love how he takes care of you, you do wish there were more nights where he took you like he did before.

You don’t know why he holds back. You like to think the first time was a great experience for the both of you, despite the circumstances of getting there. There have been many times you would initiate on the rougher side, but the night would always turn out the same. You understand, and maybe it’s on you for not communicating what you want, but you wish he could read your mind. Saying the filthy words of what you want him to do is too much. Especially to him.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?”

You are released from your thoughts and look up at him, seeing him looking at you with a look of adoration. You can’t help but blush. “Just thinking how lucky I am right now. Wondering what I did to deserve such happiness.”

He smiles and grabs your shoulders, running his thumbs in circles near your clavicle. “For everything you do and more, you deserve everything that your heart desires. I’d move mountains to make them happen.”

Everything except fuck me like Ifrit has taken hold of your cock.

You inwardly smack yourself.  Oh, by the Founder please shut up.

Clive grabs your hand. “I have a few tasks to finish up today. I’m hoping they won’t take me too long though. I should be back by dinner.”

“Okay, sounds good.” You smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

“That you shall, my love. I love you.” He kisses your hand and goes towards the stairs, heading to his next task for the day.

“I love you too.” 

-

“Jill, I don't know what to do. I know I could just tell him what I want but it’s embarrassing.”

You and Jill are out on the Boarding Deck, looking out onto the horizon. Earlier in the day, Jill had noticed your unusual demeanor and offered to listen to your quips and worries. To talk about the topic of sex with Jill when it pertains to Clive was the last thing you wanted to do, but you are reaching your whits end and talking to his childhood friend seems to be a great idea. 

Jill listens intently, the cogs turning in her brain as she processes your words. Jill has always viewed Clive as a softy; always wanting to do good on others. She believes Clive would listen to your request of rough sex if you asked, but what she doesn’t understand is why wouldn’t he want to? A man like Clive has so much of the world on his shoulders. It only makes sense that he would want to let off some steam.

“_____, not to get too many details, but about that night. Was there anything later that night or the day after that could have startled him?”

You hum in thought. You think back to that morning. You had woken up in his bed alone. You remember feeling every emotion under the sun because he wasn’t there when you woke up. You didn’t have time to dwell on it though because Clive had come back in with something in his hand. “Morning, love. I’m sorry for not being here when you woke up. I went down to see Charon to buy some potions.” He had said, but he sounded far away. You remember him administering the potion for you, and afterwards he held you close for a long time; no words spoken. It was comfortable, but you knew he wanted to say something. You didn’t understand why he was acting the way he was, not until you had looked in the mirror later that morning. Your neck was covered in hickeys, and you had grip marks on your hips. But you didn’t see yourself as wrecked. You felt you were glowing. The marks on your body served as a reminder of the passionate night you had, and while you wouldn’t recommend taking a hit from sex pollen, you would do it all over again because you crave it. You crave him. He satisfied a hunger that you didn’t know you even had, and you needed to experience that again. 

You groan. “I think I know why. But he never brought it up. He never mentioned his concerns.”

Jill nods and she seems to understand what you were referring to. “Clive has always had a hard time being honest with himself. You know he has no problem sharing how he feels about others, but when it comes to himself, it’s hard. He has never put his wants first, and I’m willing to bet he wants what you want too. However, you need to express that to him. Because if he isn’t reciprocating, it’s because he feels he went too far.”

It makes sense, you thought. And it doesn’t help that Clive is a gentleman. So how do you go about bringing out the depraved man he is hiding under his calm exterior?

And then it hit you; a plan already forming in your head. A slight curl of your mouth as you conjure up all the ideas in your head. You are going to tease him; wind him up so badly that he takes his sexual frustration out on you. Not only will you save face from the embarrassment of saying what you want out loud, but it will be fun. Good heavens it will be so much fun.

Jill sees the look on your face, and chuckles. “Something tells me you are going to do everything but tell him how you feel.”

You laugh. She isn’t wrong. “Oh, I’ll be telling him, just in a more orthodox way.”

You thank Jill for lending her ear before heading to rest a bit before dinner, as well as hashing out all of the things you are going to do to Clive to get him riled up. Maybe he doesn’t take notice of your rough habits in the heat of the moment, but with prolonged “accidents” and no relief, he is going to go mad. You are prepared to turn him into an absolute beast.

Even if he takes you to the slaughter.

-

It wasn’t often that everyone got to eat together for dinner. People would be out on missions, bring their food to their work stations, or turn in early. Tonight, however, was one of the few nights everyone was eating in the Ale Hall together, and it was lively. Everyone was eating the delicious food Molly had dished out and pints were being passed around in droves. You were sitting at a table with Clive, Jill, Gav, and Tarja, enjoying the night together, laughing about nothing and everything. It truly felt like the world wasn’t going to shit.

What a great time to enact your plan.

Clive is sitting to your right and his chair is right beside yours, your right thigh and his left thigh touching. Everyone else was sitting across from the both of you, with Gav sitting closer to Clive’s right side. You knew you couldn’t get too crazy, as you didn’t want to bring attention to your antics with Clive’s body in view of others. You knew you’d have to be sneaky. Challenge accepted. 

You place your right hand on his thigh while you continue listening to Gav’s story about his experience in the hot spring baths near the Dalimil Inn. You sense Clive glance at you, but he immediately dismisses it, seemingly not thinking much of it. You leave it there for a while, building anticipation, then decide to start rubbing it up and down. You would get near his crotch and then go back down to his knee, repeating the cycle like it was routine. You feel him shift slightly, and he took a deep breath, but his face showed no effect. 

This was going to be more fun than I thought. 

You move your hand away and use it to pick up your spoon, only to “accidentally '' drop it onto the floor by Clive’s boot. “Whoops my spoon.” You shrug and lean down to grab it, making sure your hand grips his thigh as you pick it up. On the way back up, your hand glides over to his crotch to give a quick squeeze. This causes a grunt to leave his lips, following some coughing after which causes everyone to look at him. 

“Are you okay, Clive?” Jill asks concerned, oblivious to what games you were playing. 

Clive nodded, pulling himself together quickly. “Yes, thank you. Must have choked on something.” Jill nods and continues to listen to Gav, while Clive looks at you accusingly. You smile, feigning innocence and decide to do one last thing. 

“I think I’m going to turn in. I have a long day tomorrow and would like to get some rest.” You announce as you stand up. Clive stands up with you. “Would you like me to escort you?”

You push him to sit back down. “You stay and enjoy tonight. It isn’t often you get to eat with everyone. I’ll see you in the morrow.” You act like you are going to kiss his cheek when you decide to “trip” onto him, your chest pressing into his face. You shake them slightly, acting like you are getting your bearings straight before standing up. “Ah my apologies, Clive. A little bit of alcohol and I’m a clumsy little thing.” Clive’s eyes are wide and mouth slightly agape. You wish everyone goodnight, and successfully lean down to kiss his cheek before sauntering away from the table, smirking to yourself at what you feel was a successful night.

-

Today was laundry day, which was the most tedious job you have in the Hideaway. You didn’t mind per say, however having to clean things in certain ways, wait for things to dry, and deliver laundry to people took up the whole morning, so you like to get up extra early to get started. 

You enjoy this time today particularly because now you have time to think about what your next move will be in riling up Clive. You haven’t seen him this morning, seemingly because he had tasks outside of the Hideaway, which gives you plenty of time to think of a plan. Maybe you’ll get Hortense to make you something that’s a little more revealing to skimp around in. Maybe you’ll grab something phallic from the Backyard Garden and tease him with what your mouth can do. Shit, maybe you’d go wait for him in his chambers and play with yourself. That definitely seemed to work last time. The ideas are endless!

You finish hanging the clothes and linens on the lines in the Rear Stacks, and head down to the pier to dispose of the dirty laundry water. As you get to the main deck, you see Clive walking from the small boat, waving at Obolus as he walks away. You can feel the devil horns growing from your head as you get on the lift. All you have to say is thank the Founder you wore a white bodice today.

The lift reaches the pier, and you walk off, waving at Clive as you continue walking with the bucket of water on your arm. Clive sees you and picks up his pace to meet you halfway. As you walk closer, you see that his uniform is filthy, like he had been rolling around in mud for hours. You couldn’t stifle the laugh that passes your lips as he looked so roughed up. “Thank the Founder you got your uniform dirtied up on laundry day, handsome.”

Clive laughs with you. “I apologize, my lady. Things got out of hand.”

You set the water bucket down and stand so your chests are almost touching. You bring your fingertips to his arm and let them travel slowly up. “Did you have some fun without me?” You pout, your fingertips now at his shoulders. Clive grins, catching on to your playfulness. “If wrestling with a sekhret in the swampy waters of the Greenheaves is your definition of fun, then it was very fun.”

“You are a dirty boy.” You grin, your fingertips now at the opening of his undershirt. “It’s okay though. I like cleaning you up.” You let your finger drag on the skin of his pectoral, collecting some of the muck that was there. Your other hand travels to his hair, gripping it slightly and pulling his head down so his ear is by your mouth. “Just so I can dirty you up again.” As you say that, you run your dirty finger right under his ear. You feel his body twitch, the undersides of his ears always so sensitive. You release him and step away, reaching down to get the water bucket like nothing happened. You hear Clive release a sigh as you are looking away, and you smirk. This is all too fun. 

You go back to look at him. “I’ll pick your uniform up from your chambers. Go ahead and get clean and I’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. I will see you later, my love.” He stutters, face noticeably red even under all the muck. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek before heading to the lift. 

Time to enact the second half of this teasing session.

You pick up the water acting like you were about to dump its contents into the water when you tilt it towards you slightly, letting the water run down your chest and turning your white bodice very see through. You drop the bucket to draw attention to yourself from Clive. “Bloody hell, I’ve made a mess of myself.” You run your hands up your breasts, pinching your nipples every pass so they are peaked through your drenched top. You glance up at Clive, and the sight before you makes your stomach flip.

Clive is staring you down. His eyes are directed to your movements, his pupils growing bigger and his mouth slacking. You can see his brain is working overtime to process what he was witnessing; his innocent little girl turning into a cunning woman right before his eyes. You walk towards him, pulling your bodice down slightly. “I guess I’ll need to change into something more presentable.” 

You stop in your tracks when he walks slowly towards you and takes his cape off. You stare at him, wondering what he is about to do. He takes his cape and wraps it around your shoulders. You grimace slightly. “Darling, I’m fine. You just made me filthier with your cape.”

Clive takes a step closer, mirroring your positions from a few moments ago. He leans his head to your ear, and the words that come out of his mouth make your pussy flutter. “I’d rather have you filthy than go back up with your tits on full display for everyone to see. They are for my eyes only. Don’t you forget that.”

With that said, he steps away and walks back towards the lift, leaving you there in your drenched bodice, his dirty cape, and your now damp knickers. He is so close to snapping. You just need to give him a little more of a push. 

And only then will you be in for it. 

-

“Clive, please let me cum!”

“No.”

Clive was fucking you, his hand in your hair and his hand wrapped around your throat, keeping your back to his chest as he continues thrusting into your tight heat. You were whimpering at the fact that he wouldn’t let you cum, pulling out every time he’d feel you clenching on him for too long. 

He is giving you hard thrusts, making your breasts bounce on their own accord. He takes the hand that was in your hair and draws it down to your stomach, keeping his hand on the lower part of your belly. 

“Fuck can you feel that?” Clive growls into your ear, pushing down on your stomach where his cock is bulging. You cry out and grab onto his arm that’s draped around your chest, gripping for dear life as he continues his assault on your pussy. Clive pushes your head back, so your head is on his shoulder, and leans down to kiss you. The kiss is gentle in juxtaposition to the pounding he is giving you. He pulls away slightly, lips grazing each other and breaths heavy. He keeps his eyes on you, and finally grants you what you’ve been needing.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes shot open, brain processing where you were and why you weren’t cumming. You let your senses take control, and you see you are in Clive’s chambers and note that the morning horizon has yet to break. You can feel a warm, burly body pressed against you, arm draped over your torso and the sound of light breaths passing through the air.

Fuck I had a sex dream…

You inwardly groan. This is getting out of hand. The dream felt so real, and it was one of the hottest things your brain has ever conjured up. You know you are wounded up tight to be having dreams like that right beside the man who could make that a reality.

Soon enough. It will happen soon enough.

You reach down to feel that your knickers are damp. You dip your fingers into your heat and couldn’t believe how wet you were. You bring the essence to your clit and gently rub it, shivering at the contact. Founder you are so sensitive. You must be super on edge to be so sensitive without any prior pleasure. You keep rubbing your clit, wanting some form of release. You want to wake Clive up but it’s too soon. Give in now and your efforts will be for nothing.

As you continue to touch yourself, an idea pops into your head; the ultimate move to drive Clive to madness. You giggle to yourself; this was such a good idea you couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of it before. 

You are going to put your soiled knickers into Clive’s pants pouch before his trip to Dalimil today. 

You maneuver yourself so your arms aren’t touching Clive, not wanting him to wake up while you are playing with yourself. You alternate between rubbing your clit and fingering yourself, drawing out the fluids so it sets in your underwear. You go back to your dream, filling in the gaps of what happened before and what happened after you woke up. Imagining how after you would come, he would keep fucking you until you came again and again. Imagining how he would pull out and make you suck his cock covered in your juices, ensuring that you consumed every last drop of his spend when he comes in your mouth. How he would make out with you after, wanting to get a taste of himself from your lips. That thought alone sends you over the edge.

You bite onto your arm to prevent the cathartic sounds that want to escape your mouth, and push through it. You let the cum from your pussy seep out onto your knickers and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. You have never done something so naughty before and it feels so good to act out, especially knowing what these actions will hopefully lead to. 

You remove your hand and lick your essence to rid yourself of the evidence. You take Clive’s arm and move it off of you so you could get up. You move from the bed and walk to where he keeps his uniform. You slide your knickers from under your gown and fold it neatly so it would fit nicely in the pouch. Right as you stick it in there, you hear movement from the bed. 

“_____, are you okay?”

You turn to see a sleepy Clive, his eyes half-lidded as he looks at you. You turn around, playing off the innocent facade after doing something naughty. “I’m okay. I had to go to the privy chambers to relieve myself.” You walk back over to the bed and Clive sits up to draw you back into his arms. He snuggles his head into your neck as you lay on your back, taking a deep breath before releasing it. “Truthfully, I don’t know how I’m going to survive a night without you beside me. I can’t sleep without you.” 

You turn your body to face him, heart melting at the small confession. “It is only for a night, my love. Besides, you’ll have something to look forward to. So don’t keep me waiting too long.” You run your fingers down his face, Clive turning his head to kiss your palm before pulling you closer, his head resting against your chest. His legs intertwined with yours and he places his arms comfortably around you. You sigh, enjoying the peace of the night with him.

The calm before the storm. 

-

Clive has been in Dalimil all day, helping L’ubor with some disturbances happening out in the Velkroy, as well as helping a few residents in the area. He had come back from the desert to the Briar’s Kiss to deliver the stolen resources from one of the bandit groups that lurked nearby, and L’ubor looked thrilled.

“Cliiiiive.” He draws out. “I knew you’d get the job done.”

“I’m glad I could be of service.” Clive nods. “Is there anything else that needs to be handled?”

L’ubor shakes his head. “Please, you’ve done enough, and it is almost night. You should rest up for your travels back home tomorrow. Take this gil and mineral deposits for your resourcefulness.” 

Clive takes the gifts from him. “I appreciate it. Till next time, L’ubor.”

Clive turns to walk away, opening his pouch to put the items in when he feels something within it. That’s strange. I swore I emptied them yesterday.

He takes out whatever the item was and inspects it, only to flush a thousand shades of red when he realizes what he’s holding. Your knickers. He is in shock, wondering what your knickers were doing in there. He definitely didn’t take them, he’s not a pervert. He thinks back to this morning when you were standing on the other side of the room… where he sets his uniform.

Curiosity sets in, lifting the underwear to his nose and inhaling briefly. The brief scent traveled up his nose and in that moment a switch flicked in his brain and blood started to rush to his groin. He groans. She smells so fucking good.

With haste, Clive goes to his room in the inn, wanting to take care of the ever-growing problem in his pants. He lies on the bed, still fully clothed, and starts to grope his cock through his trousers. Your underwear is in a death grip, his mind wandering to thoughts of you and how much of a naughty girl you’ve become. 

Looking back at the last couple days, he starts to think about all the incidents that happened with you around. He really did think the groping at dinner was an accident; a reflex to protect yourself from the fall that just happened to land your tits in his face. He grew more suspicious the next day at the pier, when you were talking in euphemisms and “accidentally” spilt water on yourself. He gropes himself harder at the thought that you were going to go back up with your breasts on display through your wet bodice. Fuck, you were really going to do it. 

But this? The knickers in his pouch? He almost couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe you would do something so risqué. This alone makes the other incidents purposeful, and it was now obvious what you were doing, and it worked because his mind has opened the vault of all the filthy things he wants to do to you.

He slides his hand into his trousers and pulls his cock from its confines. He takes the hand that was on his cock to spit in it before returning it there, letting it warm his cock up as he strokes it. He starts to imagine every little thing he has wanted to do to you, fucking his fist as he pictures himself punishing you for all the bad things you did. You were supposed to be his good girl. Not a cunning, little brat.

He brings your underwear up to his face to inhale your scent, sending him into a frenzy. Your smell makes his mouth water and his hand go faster. Clive loves eating your sweet cunt. He loves the sounds that come out of your mouth as he sucks on your clit and licks your tiny hole; breathy wisps of praises that reach his ears. He loves to rub on your clit as you orgasm so his tongue can collect your sweet nectar, consuming it like it is his last supper. He can’t get enough of it, and smelling your essence from the present you left him is sending him into a fit that he can't taste you right now. 

He is jerking his cock off at a lightning pace, imagining himself fucking you on your knees begging for relief. Imagining you with tears and drool on your face as the overwhelming need to cum kicks in. That image alone sends Clive over and as he starts to fall, he brings your used panties back to his nose, inhaling quickly before he descends. He moans loudly, not caring if anyone in the inn hears him because his mind is only focused on one thing: you. 

As his orgasm subsides, he relaxes against the sheets, dirty panties in one hand and his now soft cock in the other. He needed that release, but his release now has him determined. He was going all in on you when he got home.

With a clear head, he thought about the night of the vampire thorn incident. It was that night that made Clive very aware of his primal needs. He had never been so lost in pleasure before, and he loved letting go of his inhibitions. However, seeing you covered in marks, while one of the sexiest things he has seen, woke him up. He had to remember that night was different because you were infected with something that altered your sex drive. Your mind was in chaos, so his rough touch is what you needed to get you out of it. But what about after? He didn’t know if you would like his actions as much in your regular state, so being softer with you seemed the way to go and for a while he believed that is what you wanted. He should have communicated because it is apparent that he was wrong. You wouldn’t do all these things for a sweet, loving session of coitus. It was an invitation for him to bring you to your knees and ruin you. 

He can’t wait to tear you apart.

-

“Ta-da!” You cheer as you hold up a flower garland you finished. You were teaching some of the Hideaway kids how to make flower garlands, as they had some free time after their lessons with Tomes. They were in awe of your creation, weavings on stems that show off the red blossoms. 

“Can we make one, _____?” One asked, leading the others to chime in agreement. 

“Of course! Just make sure to only use the flowers in this bed. The other bed is a no-no.” You point out the bed full of Morgenbeards being off limits since they are used for a purpose rather than scenery. You watch them pick what flowers they are going to use, helping a few get their garlands started before you hear your name being called. You turn to see it is none other than Gav.

“Hey Gav, what’s going on?” 

Gav gets to you and smiles. “Clive is back! He has requested your presence in his chambers. The big sap seems to have missed ya.”

“Oh okay! Um… do you mind staying with the kids? They are making flower garlands.” 

“Sure! Hey kids!” He says waving at them.

You walk behind Gav and place your garland on his head. “I have to run off for a little bit. Show Gav what I taught the lot of you.” You walk away and laugh as you hear the kids telling Gav how pretty he looked with your garland, hearing him complain and say it made him “handsome, not pretty”.

You take your time getting there, savoring the moment before what’s about to go down. The knickers must have worked. There is no way they didn’t. The anticipation is building as you walk up the steps to his chambers, now standing at his door. You take a deep breath, prepare yourself, and walk in.

You see Clive sitting at his desk, writing something down until he hears the doors open. He looks up and smiles at you. “Hey sweetheart, it’s so good to see you.” 

You observe him. He’s in his white undershirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He is smiling at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes are giving off something more… ominous. You can’t read what they are saying, but you are hoping it’s what you’ve worked so hard to achieve these last couple days. 

“Gav said you wanted to see me.” You say, closing the doors and standing by them.

“Hmm yeah, we just went over some things from my trip to Dalimil. I got him to fetch you for me since he was on the way out.”

You nod. “How was your trip?”

Clive stares at you, lips curling as he places his papers in his drawer and puts his quill to the side. “It kept me busy. Had some surprises along the way, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” He sits up a little and scoots his chair back. He pats his lap. “Come over here.”

You walk over and around his desk, sitting in his lap with your legs dangling over his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. Clive wraps his arms around your torso and squeezes you to him, letting his head rest on your shoulder, but not before kissing your cheek. You giggle as he snuggles his head into your shoulder blade. 

“Were you a good girl while I was gone?”

The question catches you off guard, his tone playful yet conniving. “Y-yeah. I’m always good for-“. A gasp escapes you as a resounding smack lands on your thigh. Your eyes go wide as he lifts his head to look at you and the gentleman you’ve grown to love is gone. His eyes are sharp, a gaze that makes you want to curl. He rubs the spot he smacked, keeping eyes on you as his other hand clasps the back of your neck. “_____,” he draws out. “Don’t lie to me. I know what you’ve been doing.”

Your mind is going haywire. You like where this is going. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” 

Clive tightens his grip on your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to send the message you’ve been desperately wanting. “You are such a minx. Tempting me with your bad behavior.”

“Did it work?” You ask, admitting to your actions with the subtle question. 

“You have no fucking idea.” He practically growls.

Clive stands up with you in his grasp and pushes you on his desk, chest flat on the hardwood. He lifts your dress up past your legs and hips, and he almost loses his control. You are bear for him, no knickers in sight. “Fuck, you really did have it all planned out. Wearing no panties hoping I’d fuck you the minute you walked in.” His hands run up your thighs to the globes of your cheeks. “You are going to have to earn it, sweetheart. Starting by taking accountability for every bad thing you've done.”

Yes, yes, yes! You thought. You were going to get what you’ve been needing. 

Clive rubs your left cheek before bringing his hand back, landing a blow. “For teasing me at dinner.” He lands another one on the same cheek, causing you to whimper as the sensitive skin pulsates. “That’s for shoving your cleavage in my face and groping my cock.” He smacks your right cheek. “And acting like it was an accident when in reality you are just cock hungry whore.”

You moan, the feeling of his rough hands spanking you only making your pussy wet. He keeps going, alternating between each cheek, making sure to rub the supple skin between each hit.

Smack

“For your behavior on the pier.”

Smack 

“For pouring water on your bodice to show off your tits.” He delivers two quick smacks in succession. “And for almost going up to show them off to everyone else. I can’t believe my good little girl would try that.” His possessive nature is sending waves of arousal to your brain, and it commands your legs to spread further, pushing your ass into his rough hands; that only makes him smack your ass harder. “That’s for enjoying this. Fuck, you really are a minx.”

Smack, smack, smack

He delivers three in a row, making your cheeks burn in the best way. He leans over your body, his clothed cock rubbing against your bare slit. He grips your hair in his right hand to bring your ear closer to his mouth. “And those were for your cum stained knickers you left me. Do you know what I did with them?”

He flips you over and lifts you, so your bottom is on the edge of his desk, getting on his knees so his face is lined up with your pussy. You flinch slightly, your butt stinging from his spankings, but you focus away from the burn when he pries your legs open, settling them on his shoulders. He nips at your thighs, running his tongue along the marks he leaves in his wake. Your hands go to trail through his hair when he takes your hands and pins them to the desk. He looks up at you, his face right up on your dripping cunt, his breath hitting your hot folds. “I jerked my cock off to your scent.” He presses a kiss to your clit. “I stroked my cock with your knickers to my nose, imagining I was eating your sweet cunt. I was going crazy not being able to just taste you.” He gives a tiny lick to your folds, stopping right before your clit. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since, so I’m going to indulge, and you are going to sit here and keep your hands to yourself while I enjoy my meal. Do you understand?”

You are at a loss for words; all you can think is how hot this side of him is. He smacks your thigh, springing you back to reality. “Do you understand, _____? I need you to tell me so I know you are listening.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes, I understand.”

His arms wrap around each thigh, locking you into position with your hands on the edge of the desk, and his mouth goes straight to your clit. He licks the underside of it, while his mouth suctions around it, causing your legs to spasm at the combination of stimulation. His hands are gripping the inside of your thighs as he continues to enjoy himself, his eyes trained on you as your chest goes up and down and your nails dig into the wood of the desk. He pulls away and uses one hand to spread your lower lips, seeing your hole leak with arousal. All he can think is how this is what he has been craving for hours as his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at it as your juices collect on his tongue. Watching him eat you like this, like this is all he would want to eat for the rest of his life, makes you throw your head back with a groan. Clive chuckles and goes through the motions of sucking your clit and licking at your tight hole before he feels the oncoming wave of your orgasm. He senses you are about to tumble over, and right as he feels your pussy flutter on his tongue, he pulls away. 

“Fuck Clive I was almost there.” You whine, shaking from the orgasm you were denied. 

Clive stands up, his hand coming to your face to squeeze your jaw as he looms over you. “Oh, you aren’t going to cum until I tell you to. You are being punished, sweetheart. I will only let you come when my good girl has come back to me. You will take what I give you.” He lets go of you to back away, slowly stripping away his clothes, teasing you that he is the one in control. And there is nothing you can do about it. 

He takes his trousers off, and your eyes bulge right from your sockets. He had no braies under his trousers, but what he did have was something wrapped around the base of his cock and his balls.

By the fucking Founder, my knickers are wrapped around his cock.

Clive snickers at you. “You like what I did with them? Now I can have my way with you all day if I want to.” He pulls you to your feet to pull your skirt fully off, letting it pool around your feet. He makes quick work of your corset and bodice, drinking in your naked form. You stand under his intense gaze, waiting for his next set of instructions. 

“I want you on the desk, on your knees, legs spread.” He commands softly. In an instant, you climb on top of his desk, doing exactly as he instructed. You place your arms in front of you so they dangle off the desk, causing your upper body to be flush against the wood. Clive massages your ass, gripping your cheeks and pulling them apart. “Your ass is so pretty, especially now that it's nice and red.” You smirk and shake your ass in his hands, earning you a hard smack. “And here I thought my good girl was coming back.”

He spits on his hand, stroking his cock to get it ready for your ruin. Seeing you like this, with your legs spread out on the desk, not caring that it is uncomfortable on your knees, ready to be mounted and taken by him sent his arousal into a frenzy. He settles behind you, one hand on your hip while the other guides his cock into your tight heat. You groan as he pushes in inch by inch, loving the way your cunt hugs him tightly. Clive lets out a deep breath as he is fully seated inside of you, savoring this moment before it ends. 

“Clive, please move.” You whine. “Ruin me. Turn me into your good girl.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulls his cock out, with the tip settling at the beginning of your entrance, before slamming back in. You jolt forward, arms and hands doing everything they can to hold onto the desk for dear life. He continues these motions; slow, hard thrusts that jolt your body back and forth, each stroke hitting your sweet spot that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Clive is grunting as he continues, loving the way you feel around him. “I love that I get to break you in. Every. Single. Time.” He says attached to a powerful stroke. 

You moan as he picks up the pace, slamming into you as your pussy becomes more wet with each stroke. Your pussy flutters on his cock, signaling that you are on the precipice of cumming, when he pulls out. You whine at the emptiness, your hole clenching around nothing, trying to regain the sensation you had previously. You feel his finger swirl against your hole as it continues to flutter, causing a soft “fuck” to leave Clive’s lips. “Your cunt must love my cock. She’s begging for him.” He quips. He pushes back in and continues where he left off, fucking your cunt with everything he’s got.

You feel yourself clenching on him, the need to cum coming back ten fold. You turn your head to look at him, and seeing him with his chest glistening and his attention directed to where your pussy and his cock meet sends you reeling. You squeeze on his cock, his facial expression shifting as he sees what you are doing. He pulls out again, smacking your pussy this time, which makes your legs spread farther. He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you up to his chest, shoving his cock back into you. His hand goes to your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck for him. He nips at the flesh between your jaw and your neck, licking the tiny bites to soothe them. He licked behind your ear, causing you to shiver from the sensitivity. “Something tells me that no matter how many times I punish you, you love being naughty. Like it is second nature to you.” You smile at his words.

Because he is absolutely right.

“You may think you can get away with it, but you are wrong. Because for now, you are going to be begging to cum. And I’m not going to give it to you.” He growls, keeping you in place as he sets a fast pace. Clive can read you like the back of his hand, meaning that every time you are about to cum, he knows and he pulls out. He waits a few minutes, kissing under your jaw and running his hand from your torso to your breast, pulling at your nipples and squeezing them. Then he goes right back in and continues the cycle.

You are wailing, wanting to cum so bad, but he is not letting you. Taking his cock away from you, playing with you, then giving it back to only take it away again. Not being able to cum is driving you to madness. Even with your knickers around his cock, you don’t know how his stamina is lasting as long as it is. Granted, he is no ordinary man. 

You try to rub your clit to initiate a quick orgasm before he could pull out, but he catches your hands to bring them behind your back. His left hand is wrapped around both your wrists, preventing you from touching yourself. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. As I said, you will take what you are given.” He wraps his right hand around your throat, not squeezing, but to keep you in place. You can feel yourself going insane, tears from being denied multiple times flowing down your cheeks and moans leaving your lips each time his cock hits home. Your pussy flutters again, and once again Clive pulls out, causing you to wail. “Please put it back! Put it back where it belongs!”

Clive felt feral at your words, the possessive nature taking over his body as he flipped you over once again. He inserts his cock before wrapping his arms around your hips, and lifting you off the desk. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he can feel your body buzzing from denying you relief so many times. He is starting to feel it too, the need to cum possessing his body. He walks up the steps, with you still connected to him, and once at the bed he flops down on it so you are on top. “You want to cum so bad? You have to earn it, so work for it.” He says sternly.

Your legs are tired from holding up your body against the hardwood of the desk, but you are at your limit for being denied and you need to cum. You adjust your legs, place your hands on his chest, and start to rock your hips up and down on his cock. The smacking of your ass against his thighs resound throughout the room as you bounce on his cock, working for that orgasm you desperately need. Clive watches, and you are a sight to behold: everything from your messy hair, to your glowing skin, and your tear stricken face… you are an angel sent to him.

You feel yourself grow frustrated as you are close to cumming but are missing something. You groan as you bounce faster, trying anything to get you there. “I can’t, fuck, I can’t. Clive please make me cum I can’t do it.”

Clive sits up slightly, bringing one hand to your cheek to caress it. “Will you be my good girl from now on?”

“Yes, I’m sorry! I’ll be a good girl just fuck please!”

Clive goes to bring your body down, chests pressed together, and starts rocking his hips up into yours. He keeps one arm around your torso and brings the other one down to your clit to rub tight fast circles. He brings his lips to yours, inhaling your cries and whines as he pummels up into you, holding you so he can give you everything he’s got without you straying away from him. You feel like you are being fucked stupid, and your mind in shambles as he fucks you.

Once again, you feel yourself clench on his cock, your pussy wanting to milk his cock so bad as you cum. 

Clive senses it, and this time he accepts it. “Cum for me, darling. Give me your nectar.”

You wail as your pussy spasms, clinging onto his cock as he fucks you through it. You feel your cunt gush, your cum covering Clive’s thighs and his fingers as he slows the rubs on your clit down. He brings that hand back up and licks his fingers, groaning at the taste of your essence. You are slowly coming down from your orgasm when Clive lifts you off his cock and pulls your body up his, your knees hitting the mattress as he holds onto your thighs to eat your pussy.

Nothing could have prepared for the way Clive devours your cunt. The moans and growls coming from him as he laps at the essence he helped bring on, pushing your body down more like he can’t get enough of what your hole is giving him. The amount of times you were denied, as well as your recent orgasm, has made you so sensitive. The urge to push him away is strong, your clit overstimulated, but he pulls you back to lock you in. You let out a sob as you cum on his tongue, rocking your hips as you whine at how hot this all was. He slows his roll, and removes you from his face, his smile glistening with your arousal. You lay to catch your breath, overwhelmed at what you are feeling. After a moment, you look at him and see his cock looks pitiful; it is practically needing to escape from the confines of your knickers. 

You turn your body to face Clive, running your hand down his chest. “Clive darling, you didn’t cum.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. He sits up, hands on your face as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. Where do you want my cum? You’ve been good so you choose.”

You already know where you want it. “I want to swallow it. May I suck your cock please?” You bat your eyelashes. 

“Anything for you.” He kisses your mouth quickly. “Where do you want me?” 

“Can you stand up? I want to be on my knees for you again.”

Clive groans, feeling more blood rush to his cock, if even possible. He stands up, and reaches for the knife on the chest behind his bed to cut off your panties, his cock too hard to remove them intact. He sets them both aside, and turns to see you already on your knees, ready to take his cock. Like his good girl. 

He stands in front of you, and your hands run up his thighs, nails dragging up and down. You admire his cock, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his pretty pink tip. You give little licks to his top, kissing it and running your tongue along it like you’d be kissing him. You then start to run your lips down his shaft, using the same techniques as you did with his tip. You bring your hand to his balls, carefully massaging them in your hands as your mouth continues its ministrations.

Clive groans from above you, his right hand settling on a tight grip in your hair with his left hand resting on your cheek, admiring how you treat his cock. You move back to the tip and insert it into your mouth, gently sucking it as you gaze up at him. “Fuck, if only you could see yourself right now.” He says gravely and needy. He pushes your head further down on his cock, your mouth accepting him as his tip gets to the back of your throat. You take a few deep breaths, preparing yourself as you swallow around his tip, causing Clive’s hips to buck. You choke slightly, regaining yourself as you pull your mouth back to the tip before going back down, sucking hard every time you get to the tip and swallowing when it is in the back of your throat. 

Clive feels himself getting impatient, and tests the waters as he uses the hand in your hair to guide your mouth up and down his cock, slowing fucking it as you suck. You are moaning at how he is using you, loving the idea of him letting you suck his cock whenever he wants.

He sees how much you are loving this, which makes him guide his cock in and out slightly faster; enough to get him off, but not enough to hurt you. “I should let you suck my cock more often, seeing how much of a harlot you are for it.”

You moan, sending the vibrations to the tip and he groans loudly, cumming without warning. You bring one hand to the base and jerk it while sucking the tip, making sure to get all that he has to offer. You let his softened penis fall from your mouth, and you swallow his spend, enjoying the musky taste that is unequivocally him. 

Clive gets on his knees to scoop you up in his arms, settling you on his lap. He holds you close, rocking back and forth as you both come down from the long session you both fulfilled. 

“Hey Clive?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Which is?”

“I like when you are rough with me. I always have. I’m sorry I didn’t communicate that earlier. I was embarrassed.”

You feel Clive’s body vibrates as he laughs. He turns your face to him, looking at you with the look he always gives you: one of adoration. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I didn’t see your needs sooner.” He kisses your cheek and cradles your head into his neck. “Truth be told, I was worried. I was so rough with you for our first time together. And as much as I loved it, I was worried it wasn’t what you wanted.”

You shake your head, lifting your head so you can see him. “Please understand that I love when you make love to me. It makes me feel so loved by you and so wanted. I want to keep those intimate times, but I also want times like these where we let our inhibitions go. I want the calm and I want the storm. I want everything.”

You place your hands upon his cheeks, leaning in to give him the softest of kisses. He returns it, squeezing you closer so you won’t disappear from his hold. He releases your lips and places his forehead against yours. “I love you, _____. I will love you past my dying breath.” 

You laugh, warmth running through your chest. “I love you too, Clive. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you.”

“Let me run us a bath. Let me take care of you.” Clive suggests, even though you know he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You nod in affirmation, letting him get up to carry you to his bathing room.

“Oh, Clive?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you think everyone heard us?”

Clive snickers. “Without a doubt.”

#clive x reader #clive rosfield x reader #ffxvi #ffxvi x reader #my fics #clive rosfield smut #smut

[headcanons-n-shit]

“‘Ware the Morbol fruit,” his husband murmurs, mouth barely moving. Zenos’s side-eyes him, then the bowl of seemingly-offensive fruit before them as his husband smiles and entertains yet another dignitary. He finds himself curious, admittedly, and something contrary and spiteful scratches at his chest, but.

He sets a single steamed Morbol fruit on the edge of Tehpe’s place, and instead goes for the sliced candied lemons.

The dignitary finally moves along, and Zenos watches out of the corner of his eye as his husband indulges in a single, worn sigh. A split-second change in his whole body language, shoulders slumping, head bowing, mouth twisting into a frown. He glances at the fruit on the edge of his plate, and his eyes soften, just a bit. The vibrant green skin splits easily under the press of his thumb, revealing the brilliant pink flesh dotted with stark black seeds.

“A favorite of mine, but I think the cook has it out for us both,” Tehpe says, pressing down on the fruit and letting a half-dozen seeds slip out onto the tablecloth. “It’s usually served as a pudding if cooked. The seeds are poisonous.”

Zenos hums contemplatively, eyeing the rest of the Eorzean spread. It would be terribly rude, were he not to partake, but… 

“Anything else I should know about our dinner, then?” he asks, equally low. It earns him a glance, and a small, private smile. Yet another dignitary makes to approach their table, and Zenos levels him with a glare, because Tehpe is already leaning over the table to pull this plate or another towards them, and Zenos has no desire to endure yet another interruption.

If Tehpe notices the way the dignitary quickly turns and sits back down, he doesn’t show it, and doesn’t slow in loading up Zenos’s plate with bites of this or that. 

“The goblin cheese is an acquired taste,” he says, and, “The way Gridanians steam fish can sometimes make it quite spicy,” and, “The gold does nothing for the taste, but, Ul’dans.” 

And Zenos watches with no small amount of incredulity as his husband becomes a person right before his eyes. 

“Here, try this,” Tehpe says, a bite of something wrapped in some kind of pickled leaf on his fork, and Zenos is sure Tehpe means for Zenos to take the fork from him, but Zenos can only think about pressing that slip of bread to his husband’s tongue, and thinks of nothing as he leans forward to give the illusion of his husband feeding him.

#ff14 #ff14 ficlet #zenos yae galvus #ff14 viera #viera warrior of light #zenos x wol #arranged marriage au #fic snippet #oc: qestra tehpe #it'll be a while before this one comes out but i like it

[lookbluesoup]

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Thank you for the ask! :D

Nahte:

Being good with animals. Especially ones that tend to be more stigmatized - like rats, vilekin, buzzards, coblyns. Nahte was the little kid who would take spiders out of the house and let them go instead of squishing them, and as an adult he is constantly rescuing and rehabilitating creatures everywhere he goes. He'll be glad enough to see you like dogs, but if you call his two buzzards beautiful and want to pet them, you'll see a much wider grin from Nahte, and a much more distinct curiosity from him.

Lyrha

Fight her. In the same vein as her fondness for more experienced, world-wise partners, Lyrha likes to see what you're made of when swords cross, or when tables and chairs are flying. If you can hold your own against her, or even best her, she's liable to take an interest. Furthermore, sparring gets her blood pumping. It's one of her preferred ways to blow off steam, and she's more than happy to segue that pent up energy into, ahem, other forms of creative stress relief.

Louis

Louis takes after his dad. He loves critters of all kinds. Except. Louis' favorite animal ever of all time is... morbols. They are the cutest, coolest, wildest thing out there as far as he's concerned. Understandably, this opinion doesn't typically elicit a lot of support or agreement when voiced aloud. If you're looking for a quick "Louis Approval + 15", let him talk to you about morbols. Buy him something morbol related. Enthuse about morbols.

How to Win My Muse's Heart

#thanks for asking! sorry about the delay! <3 #muse's heart #lyrha #nahte'to vhia #louis borel #text #ffxiv

[hyzenthlay-kagon]

Meet Hyzenthlay Kagon

Name: Hyzenthlay Kagon

Nicknames/Aliases: Hyzen, Hyze, HyzenSLAY (thanks to one of my FC fam for that one) Minii Zürkh (My heart—what she and Thancred refer to one another.)

Age: 22

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon (I think that would be equivalent to September 16th)

Height: 4'9"

Weight: 104 lbs (though some would say, 90 lbs soaking wet with her clothes on)

Race/Clan: Au Ra, Xaela

Birthplace: Nhaama Dersert

Tribe: Kagon

Family:

Alashaan (Father)

Sarnai (Mother)

Ulaan (Half-brother)

Ganzorig (Half-brother)

Gobi (Half-brother)

Love Interest: Thancred Waters (Don’t think that is a surprise)

Special Notes on Appearance: Hyzenthlay has heterochromia, meaning she has two different colored eyes. Her right eye is the soft pink of the sun rise whereas her left eye is the dark teal, blue of the sunset. Those of her tribe say it is because she is the blessed child of dawn and dusk. That if it weren’t for the blessing of the Dawn Father and Dusk Mother she would not have been born.

Personality: Hyzenthlay is a compassionate, kind-hearted young woman who is open about her feelings, wears her heart on her sleeve if you will. There is also the misconception that Hyzenthlay is delicate, damsel who couldn’t lift a sword, let alone knock a man over with a single punch. But she is tougher than she looks and is not afraid to show it. She can be naïve, innocent in away of Eorzean culture, more particular the courting habits of Eorzea. That she would take many words to heart on what Eorzean men prefer in a woman.

Favorite food/drinks: Ishgardian style tea, Shorlog (meat skewers) and boiled eggs (thanks egg emote)

Favorite color: Surprisingly her favorite color isn’t pink, it is teal.

Likes: Hyzenthlay always loves to learn knew things. Even if she isn’t any good at the craft or art she is willing to try it once (healing in particular is one of her weakest talents). She enjoys reading, though her Eorzean is weak, with Thancred reading to her she could listen to whatever tome he is reading for hours. Her most favorite is when he slips into his Limsa accent. It doesn’t come out often, but she loves it when it does.

Dislikes: When she has failed to protect those she holds dear, she had already lost so many friends, she cannot bare to lose anymore. If she could avoid bodies of water she would for she cannot swim (Leviathan solidified her fear of large bodies of water), thankfully with Thancred teaching her how to swim soon after Leviathan she is more confident with swimming, but if she could avoid it she will. Morbols (Malboros). Need I say more?

Quirks: Eorzean (common? Whatever the equivalent of English in this universe) is her second language she often struggles with words and mispronounces them or completely make a new name for it (example: Limsa Lominsa she instead said it as Limsa Mimosa). She is very self-conscious of it, thus why she is often perceived as quiet when she doesn’t want mess up any words. She does somewhat grow out of it, but it does pop up every so often.

#OC: Hyzenthlay Kagon #hyzenthlay kagon #Wol #Warrior of light #ffxiv #Final Fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #au ra #au ra xaela #au ra wol #au ra oc #xaela #character sheet #character intro #original character #meet the character #new info will be added periodically #or just when i think of something new

[thefreelanceangel]

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

While she wouldn't think to call Sezra her partner, Chessi is... ridiculously protective of him.

...which is absurd, considering he's an experienced bounty hunter who regularly takes hunt bills for massive creatures and manages to use a wide variety of weapons with practiced skill.

However, Chessi has:

-seen a morbol swinging for him and pushed Sezra out of the way, ruining his shot and getting herself slapped into a tree trunk

-dove headfirst into quicksand in Cutter's Cry in an attempt to save one of Sezra's boots

-ate a handful of unripe blood currant berries to make sure they were "safe" before bringing any to Sezra, resulting in 24 hours of digestive agony for herself

-bluntly told a Wood Wailer that she'd been the one to kill the bog yarzon while holding onto a stick she claimed was one of the creature's legs while Sezra was obviously visible a few yards behind her, dragging the corpse further away from the water

-fell off an airship en route away from the Churning Mists, overbalancing in her abrupt lunge to save one of Sezra's favorite guns from tumbling over the railing

#Chessi Eder #Prompts #FFXIV #Sezra'tan Entialpoh

[echohaver]

I made a Devika ref for artfight!  Some more info about her:

She's bold, deadpan, and often sarcastic, but she also loves to be involved in social events and gets carried along with the crowd. She has a baby morbol that was given to her by a friend that she's named Bartholomew and that she loves with all her heart, despite his many teeth and venomous bite. In fact, dangerous creatures is one of her favorite things! She loves monsters, the bigger, sharper, and scalier the better. She doesn't have much in the way of self preservation, and her friends often have to stop her from approaching lethal beasts just to see if she can pet them. She claims to be studying the beasts of Eorzea, but sometimes it seems like this is an excuse to just look at stuff that she thinks are cool. She was born in the city of Radz-at-Han and left to travel with her adoptive parents, a pair of married arkasodara alchemists, when she was about five years old, so she doesn't remember much. However, this contributes to her disdain for Eorzea's 'backwards' ways, and she loves to claim to be an expert on things.

#ffxiv oc #devika kekada #ref sheet #i did post her drawn ref and her photo ref in two separate posts huh... oops

[clearsundays]

@lumei-xiv sent: 💫 What’s their favorite expletive?

This was the first silly thing that popped into my head LOLL!!!!!! For all his fearlessness, Sun has crippling childhood trauma from morbols... he absolutely can’t stand them. I once joked with @coeurlfist that Sun’li and Y’shenn have a Robin and Superboy type of friendship, where if one calls, the other comes running AHAHA

(In actuality, Sun’s favorite expletive is probably the good ol’ classic f-bomb!!)

#ffxiv rp #ffxiv #character development #sun'li yhunja #ffarto #twin suns ( shenn | li )

[ffxivaltaholic]

FFXIVMixedMay - Day 1: Introduction

A brief summary about my characters:

Jellal: Ala Mhigo born, former conscript and Magitek Engineer, the Miqo'te Seeker specialized as a sniper during his combat years but has since settled down a bit, gotten married and taken up bounty hunting. He has a gruff and stand-offish nature but is loyal to those he holds close and will protect them at all costs, even the annoys ones... His main vice is smoking, but he's cut back significantly thanks to his wife. Currently he has a workshop set up that allows him to work on various magitek projects and weapons. Tlalli: TBA (Pronounced Tah-lee) I will be expanding upon her once Dawntrail has dropped and I have more Lore. She is spicy :P

Diarmune: Gleaner, author and Seedkin specialist, he is a sweet well mannered scholar born and raised in Thavnair. Son to a silk maker and tailoress, he has developed a wide range of skills over his fifty-five years of life. Having been across multiple continents in search of rare and desired plants and flowers, as well as studying various seedkin from around the world. His specialty is Morbols, having even raised one of his own as a companion creature and study it. Her name is Dahlia. He speaks with a Thavnarian accent and has a very smooth tone, though sometimes he can talk a little too quiet. Not a fan of sweet, he instead loves spiced foods with lots of flavors and some heat. His mother makes the best curry, according to him.

Ame: A child of Doma, she was born into nobility but was forced to face the world after her home was razed to the ground. Sheltered and with no real survival skills she relied heavily on her partner to help navigate this dangerous world. Determined to help, she was introduced to Astromancy and pursued it over the years in the hopes of aiding others and doing her part. When not at the infirmary she runs the Pink Lotus Tea House and Cafe. Ame has a very motherly nature and often takes on the role of therapist in her company. Her favorite color is pink.

N'akani: Born to the 'N' tribe she fled her home as a young teen after her father, the Nuhn, was murdered under deception from a rival, and she was taken as a reward. Living as a street rat in Ul'Dah she survived on wits and trickery, eventually getting out of her life of thievery and catfishing and settling into a more stable life with her partners. She is obsessed with gold, be it the color, the coin or anything that is shiny and opulent looking. If it's gold, she wants it. While N'akani has some combat training she is not a fighter by trade, and lists her career as Make-up Artist and Body Painter, specializing in henna style designs, glam and theatre makeup. Flirty and very friendly, she can be deceptively sweet, especially if she wants something.

Isanii: Steppes born, she trained at a young age as a priestess and midwife among the Kagon tribe, however after her brother went missing she set out on a journey to find him that took nearly ten years. In the end she succeeded and through her journey also met her mate. She is a sweet bubbly woman, and while she may not be the most clever creature, the Xaela makes up for it in being a very kind and loving person. She is currently learning how to read. The most time consuming task in her day is combing through her incredibly long hair, and she has a penchant for sweets and treats. Due to her strong moral grounds as a priestess, Isanii will not lie, which can occasionally lead to some awkward conversations. She suffers from an autoimmune condition and often falls ill, forcing her to live a fairly docile life due to her weakened body.

Tsirae: An Ishgardian Knight, he is the youngest of four sons, but the only Bastard, and shares a father with the other three. During the Dragonsong War he fought along side his closest friends and lost many during the battles, leaving him scarred across his body from the conflict. After the war had ended he would lend his sword to the resistance in Garlemald. Quiet by nature, Tsirae has a noble demeanor and tries his best to always be an upstanding person and embody what being a Knight should be. To protect his home and people, to be honorable and respectful and always maintain his sworn morals. When not in armor, he runs a jewelry business with his partner, that had previously belonged to her father and his, however they have recently retired and signed it over to Tsirae and his partner.

Zhira: A woman who gambled her way to the deed to her ship, Zhira is a Pirate Captain and lives her dreams of the open ocean with a faithful crew and a beautiful ship at her command. She is stubborn and devious in nature, with an eye for expensive items and a strict code, one she enforces on her crew as well. Despite being pirates, she will not deal in the trafficking of lives. Goods and contraband is fine, but not lives. Fiery and loud, she has a presence among her crew and they often would run down other pirates and loot their ships. Currently she has an agreement with the Maelstrom that keeps her out of trouble, but there are always new adventures on the horizon.

#FFXIVMixedMay24 #Day 1 and we're off! #I might do some short stories instead of just screenies #Just feeling a little bit like story telling #My characters #ffxiv prompts #None of them are WoLs #Just regular people in the world

[inviouswriting]

Domestication meme answered pt 1

I will answer these as character build.

I will get to the inbox prompts this weekend. Been kind of in a mental slump and also work. 

For Aymeric and Kiya.

1. how did they first kiss?

I have written this actually https://inviouswriting.tumblr.com/post/190849562127/warmth-in-a-kiss

Aymeric up into their courting only doted small affections like a  kiss on her face, hands, ears, and top of her head. They never kissed until he got her to say “I love you” and after she wanted one from him.

2. who flirts more?

Aymeric does, he loves to see Kiya flustered from endearments and maybe a few heated comments that not only have her blushing but shoving him for what he said to her in a whisper to an ear. He can’t get enough of how she blushes, and most of all how she smiles at him.

3. how did the relationship start?

After events of The Vault and with King Thordan. They had feelings for each other, but the bond was strengthened when Kiya sought solace in Aymeric after losing people she cared deeply for. They never acted on their feelings till the travel through Churning Mists. Confessing for the first time, and making their dinner together something a little more than just peace and prosperity. 

4. how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

They didn’t officially move in together till after their marriage, and after their honeymoon excursion. Kiya spent a lot of time with him prior getting to know him more and learning him. But it was only after they were sealed together when Kiya moved in with him.

5. do they have roommates?

Only in the servants and the cantankerous cat Aymeric owns.

6. do they get married (or equivalent)?

They do get married~ in fact they end up having three or four ceremonies. They had a spontaneous impromptu wedding after the events of Zenos, after liberating Ala Mihgo. They have two more official ceremonies, one for Ishgard (I need to write this), and one at the sanctum of the twelve.

7. do they have kids?

They have a daughter named Alice, and a son (I haven’t decided a name yet) plus two adopted ones in an aura girl and a lalafell boy. (Kiya found him and fell in love with how adorable he was)

8. do they have pets?

Aymeric has his cat. Kiya has her many minions and mounts. (Aymeric still won’t let her keep the morbols. Wait till he sees the tonberry.)

10. do they act different in public and at home?

They are much more affectionate in private than public. Part of keeping the world out of their relationship is they turn it off the moment they step through the door to home. They agreed that outside matters are handled in his office where they have established boundaries in their political sides and Kiya’s role as warrior of light and darkness. In a room full of people, they can pick up on the others uneasiness. If Aymeric feels Kiya is too anxious around people he will take her by the hand and lead her home where they indulge in each other better.

11. big spoon/little spoon?

Kiya is tiny, (even after her height increase) she is happily the little spoon. Aymeric has had the enjoyment of being that a few times with her curled against his back or strewn on top of him trying to be. He loves it better when she fits into his arms.

12. sleeping habits?

Kiya is the first to fall asleep always, and last to wake up. She is always in Aymeric’s arms sometimes purring in her sleep. Aymeric has a habit of rubbing her shoulders when he sleeps next to her. He does it when he sleeps too, Kiya has found it soothing even more is when those hands are on her back.

13. favorite non-sexual activity?

Playing chess! The both of them unwind after the day with a game. At first, Aymeric could not beat her in a single match (He went like 30 matches before he won his first one) they spend most of their time together talking about the day. Kiya relating her travels, upcoming ones, and loves spending this quality time with Aymeric. He’s more endearing flustered when he is losing. But thanks to it he has learned to put on a poker face better in public. Even if that face falters the moment Kiya starts winning.

14. favorite sexual activity?

Oral. Aymeric loves reducing his beloved to a writhing mess from his mouth and fingers. Kiya reciprocates this a lot though. Nothing hotter than Aymeric losing his composure from her teasing him under his desk sometimes.

15. how often do they have sex?

Quite often. On most days when Kiya is back in the city. At least three times a day. During her heat cycles however Aymeric spends two or three days tending to her till she is satisfied or through the worse of the cycle. Other than that, it is always three or four romps. Always once in the morning, and if she visits him in his office maybe one or two times there. Then before they sleep. They’re very active.

16. what habits of the other drives them crazy?

For Kiya, it is always how busy Aymeric can get. But that leads to fighting which she rather avoid. For Aymeric it is whenever she is gone too long for his liking. Talking months instead of just a few days or weeks. They had one major fight before she left for Kugane the first time. Because he knew he wouldn’t see her for a while if at all being on another suicide mission.

17. how often do they fight?

Rarely do they fight. They have the occasional banter between each other. Nothing serious after the Kugane fight after seeing how Aymeric’s words can effect her sometimes if he raises his voice. They resolve any dilemmas with respect and reminder that they’ll return to the other.

18. most trivial thing they fight over?

Pronounciation of popatos. 

19. who uses all the hot water?

Neither, they take their baths and showers together.

20. who does most of the cleaning?

Probably Kiya, she is use to doing it as a hand at Gold Saucer. The servants are always telling her not to worry, but she helps them anyways.

#this is enough for now #aymeric #ser aymeric #ffxiv aymeric #aymeric de borel #aymeric x kiya #kiya shinikami

[aylawendaucourt]

Between Times: Lost

He should not have said it. He should not have said it. Why did he say it?

Trae cursed himself as tears glistened in his eyes as he weathered the blizzard scouting for any sign of Aylawen. She had ran, of course she had ran. She had come to surprise him for his name day, with their mother in toe. However, he had duties to attend too and couldn’t have much time to visit.

Aylawen started making a fuss and he had snapped at her for the first time. His mother tried her best to let her see reason and that this was a very important time for him. But....the axe of his temper already made a gash in Aylawen’s heart, and she ran down the steps and away from Falcon’s Nest.  Trae alerted his friend Alexondre, who was a rank above him, that his little sister had gone off on her own. They started out, one going west and the other going east.

She couldn’t have gone very far, so why had he not sighted her yet? The blizzard was starting to show implications of strengthening. They needed to hurry.

Minutes went by, then an hour, and Trae had doubled back towards Falcon’s Nest as the blizzard settled down, and to rendezvous with Alexondre. As he rounded a couple of boulders, he could see Alexondre standing with Aylawen. She had clearly been crying her face slightly red and tear stained, though her face was serene.

“Ayla, I’m....” A hand stopped him as Alexondre gave him a shake of the head.

“Easy, now “big brother”.” he said with a chuckle. Trae frowned deeply at Alexondre. Oh he wasn’t going to live that one down for a few weeks. “Let her speak her piece first.”

Trae looked at Aylawen who was...giving a look he had never seen before to Alexondre. Enamored? No, it had to be something else.

“I want to apologize for showing up uninvited, and for running off. I persuaded mother strongly to come see you, it wasn’t right. And I’ll apologize to her once we get back, but I wanted to give you this.” Her hand held a small trinket, “I made it to keep you warm. It’s my first time using my aether. It’s a bracelet.” He gingerly took it from her and inspected it. It looked like any bracelet, though the gemstones were their signature family teal and her favorite color, amethyst. He took off his glove with his teeth, and placed it around his wrist.

Trae could feel a small warmth coming from it. “It’s really impressive, sister!” he exclaimed as he placed his gauntlet back on his hand and gave her a big smile.

Her face lit up brightly, “Happiest of name day, brother!” They all three went back to Falcon’s Nest. The short walk was filled with his sister’s questions about his duties and who this guy who found her was, other than his name.

Their mother walked briskly towards them when they arrived at the landing, and his sister apologized as she promised.

Aylawen started to get teary-eyed as they began their farewells. “Don’t cry.” he said ruffling her head playfully.

“I’ll miss you. Please write, like you promised. I don’t think we will be able to come visit you as often since I’ll be knee deep in studies.” Aylawen gave a deep sigh with a subtle roll of her violet eyes.

“I will. Be safe on the journey home. I’ll miss you both.” He gave his mother a kiss on the forehead and a hug to both. It was always hard to say goodbye. Though the visit had given him a flint to kindle his determination to keep at his duties with vigilance, for his family, for himself.

The last few weeks he had felt so lost. He had just started his duties at Falcon’s Nest, and he felt he was not pulling his own weight around the keep. Trae became discouraged with his own abilities, now he felt that he just had to keep up the training, and push through this morbol spit he had been stewing in.

Trae awoke again from the soft bed in his father’s home, with it’s odd walls and warm colors. He remembered what he said that day that made her run.

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t have time for you!” Simply remembering it made his heart burn as if skewered by a red hot poker. If he knew what the future would bring after that visit, he would have let them stay longer, and wrote more.

It had been a few nights and each night it was the same; another memory filtering themselves into his dreams. Before he closed his eyes each night, he wondered what memory would grace his mind and if it would be a happy one or a nightmare. So far they had not been too severe. He wondered if Alexondre was still at Falcon’s Nest or if he had left the place behind.

#traedaucourt #aylawendaucourt #betweentimes #betweentimeswriting #alexondre #aylawen daucourt

[skysteelsun]

17. Favorite minion?

Final Fantasy XIV ask meme 

Oh, this is a three way tie -

What can I say? Stormblood had some great minions. (Urha’to’s own favorite is the Morbol Seedling, much to his mama’s dismay.)

#out of the workshop; #//i feel like steph's favorite minions would be all the mammets and mini mechs #//... but also don't let steph have minons #//he'll dismantle them just to see how they're put together. #bloodsworn-marshal

[felurianrelar]

@alisaie-leveilleur​ Felurian rushed out the door, licking the last of the strawberry jam off her lips from the toast she had that morning, her carbuncle immediately behind her. She quickly turned the key and heard the reassuring click as the lock turned into place. Shrugging her dark brown overcoat over her shoulders, the Raen made her way to Summerford Farm’s monthly market, where individual vendors from all over Eorzea brought their goods, new and coveted for those looking to discover to what she deemed “the reason to live”. She ignored the wave of panic that moved through her when the thought of being in close contact with strangers flitted across her mind. This was too big of an opportunity to miss! She scooped her moon-white carbuncle into her arms and placed him in her straw basket, not wanting him to get trampled from other excited customers waiting to see the wares.  The creature trilled, her excitement bleeding into his own emotions. “Ko, we can even get your favorite prickly pineapples!” Minutes later, she slowed at the market’s entrance, the folds of a pastel purple Ao Dai peaking through between the buttons of her overcoat. The Aura slowed her breath, the crisp air a welcome to the early morning. The sun had just peaked over the hill, its bright rays reflecting on the tousled strands of long, silver hair that had loosed during her brisk run. Vibrant, violet eyes scanned the scene before her: the voices rising and falling like the tides of the ocean, as customers began haggling with merchants; the smell of several crackling fires and baked pastries enveloping her with a sense of comfort; the bright colors of different cloths and accessories that were speckled amongst the green of the grass and the bark-brown of the different stalls. Although small, the markets never failed to uplift Felurian’s spirits.  Her scanning eyes finally stopped on a bakery shop-- the familiar Morbol green cloth labeled “Mildreth’s Magnificent Morsels” nailed to the side of the rather small caravan. Fel smiled to herself as she remembered last years batch of sesame cookies, which were surprisingly delicious, although subtle in flavor. A couple of steps in, Fel noticed the crowded back of the wagon, where Mildreth’s daughter, Eada, smiled and exchanged product with currency quickly and efficiency. A quick change of mind caused her to peek around the other side of the caravan, where just a yalm away was a display with multiple samples of this years current food items, ignored by customers who already knew what they wanted to order.   Fel’s tail twitched excitedly as she walked over and perused the samples, taking small samples on toothpicks. Each sample met its demise by quivering lips, but her favorite this time were the ginger cookies. She had her doubts-- how could such a pungent root be combined with heavenly sweetness and become this beautiful creation? As the Aura focused on sneaking another sample (hopefully stealthily), a second pale hand met hers at the sample jar. A small gasp escaped her and she looked up, ready to quickly apologize for such a personal touch. But to her surprise... “Alphinaud?” 

#twins can be trouble #bigoops #how embarassing #alisaie-leveilleur

[eyespywithmyoneeyegtfo]

The Last Hunt

This story is a possibility.  It is not a story of what will be, merely a story of what could be.

The old man dozed in his chair on the back porch of his house.

He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the pleasant weather combined with the comfortable cacophony of children playing about in the water relaxed him to the point of drowsiness.  Were he capable of more than just nodding off comfortably in his chair at the moment, he might grump about how even as little as five years ago he would have been eagerly joining in their play.  But such was life, and such was the harsh mistresses that were Time and Age.

At eight-and-sixty, Arden Tide had surpassed his own life expectancy by a good three decades.  Many of the people he’d called friend had preceded him into whatever came after, precious few still lived, and they rarely visited anymore- mostly due to their own infirmities in dealing with their dotage.  It didn't bother him.  They still communicated by pearl when the mood struck them.  He knew everyone had their hands full these days.

“Tell us a story, Gran’papa Tide!”

The abruptness woke him with a start, and the old man cursed up a storm that had the dozen miqo’te children that had scampered up to the porch giggling in amusement.  Arden couldn’t help but curl his lips into a wry smile.

“Come on now, children,” came a voice from behind him as the mesh-screen door opened and out came a miqo’te woman- lovely, statuesque, far taller than a normal miqo’te, standing at just a shade over six fulms in height, with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and skin the color of chocolate. “You leave yoah Gran’papa to rest, don’t botha him none!” she said in an admonishing tone of voice.

Arden couldn’t help but chuckle indulgently as the cubs before him looked abashed.  “It’s fine, Arha,” he said at length, shifting in his seat.  “Nap time was almost over anyway,” he deadpanned.  “What story do you li’l troublemakers wanna hear this time, eh?”

“The one about the creepy house!”

“Unka Dunrai’s battle in Bahdam’s Mettle!”

“The great morbol hunt!”

“Gran’mama Zareen’s last hunt!”

All became silent at this last one.  That story was a favorite, and it showed as many young cubs’ heads all rapidly nodded in a rare show of solidarity.  Gran’mama Zareen, the last of the Jaguar Tribe, and also Mother of the Jaguar Tribe.  A legend.  A myth that had lived and breathed, whose memory lived on in the Shroud, where the new Jaguar made their home.

She, the love of his life.

Everything that this iteration of the Jaguar was they owed to Y’zareen Serhan. all of the stories, all of the laws that the Jaguar followed had been set down by her, at first so that the Jaguar would not be forgotten… but then so that her cubs- their cubs, her and Arden’s- would have something to go by, a blueprint to follow.

Y’arha was the eldest of them, the mistress of the hunt, the teacher, the mother either in fact or in spirit to a whole generation.  And it was her hand which came to rest on Arden’s left shoulder.  Another warm sensation came to rest on his right- another hand, this one belonging to their youngest, Y’sarang, the one who most closely resembled her mother- the same build, the same height, the same color eyes, the same color hair, the same facial features and sometimes even the same expressions.  She, too, was a huntress and a teacher.  And a Sin-Eater, like their mother had been.  But unlike their mother, she had not been shunned for her duty.  The new Jaguar learned from the mistakes of the past, after all, and she was honored and revered for her sacrifice like Y’zareen should have been.

Y’ravin, their son and middle cub- who like his elder sister inherited his unusually large size, his hair and his eyes from his father- carried his own young cub on his shoulders, grinning as he approached the gathering.  He’d never shown interest in becoming a leader, or challenging for the position of Nunh, but he supported his family in all things- in his case, along with Arden’s sister Ravija’s children, he kept the family business, the Aldenard Protection Agency, alive and well decades after its inception.  “Hah, they’re all so quiet.  Must be tellin’ that story again, eh, Pop?”

Arden smirked at his boy- no, he wasn’t a boy anymore but a man grown with a cub of his own. “Near as I can remember, a certain someone who’s gotten too big for his britches used t’sit just as quiet-like.”

“Hey, I still do!  Just making an observation- sic ‘im, Y’zareen,” he said as he set the toddler down, and the little girl who was his great love’s namesake ran right towards her grandfather, all but crashing into him like only a young cub who had just learned how to run could.

Arden laughed and picked the cub into his arms and set her down on his lap.  “Well now, someone’s happy to see me,” he grinned.

“Stowwy!” the girl said, patting the old man’s chest playfully.

“Oh, I see how it is, just like these little heathens over here, ya just want me for me words,” he play-grumped.  The little girl giggled.

“Awright, awright, gather in close, I ain’t gonna yell it out for the lotta ya,” he said, smiling when all of the cubs sitting near his feet- his son included- scooched closer.

“Let’s see now...It was nigh on ten years ago,” he began, and slowly lost himself in the familiar cadence and rhythm and words of the story.  He didn’t even have to think about it anymore, so well-practiced and well-memorized was this story.  It was, without a doubt his favorite story to tell.  The one that stung the most, yet filled him with the most pride.  The story of his Jaguar, his mate, his fire, his shadow, his storm.  His Zareen.

And it was a complete and total lie.

The story was as much a dramatic retelling of their final hunt together as it was an exaggeration of the things that Zareen- and now Arha- had tried to instill in the young ones.  Discipline.  Duty.  Ferocity and implacability against your enemies.  Letting your emotions run free but not letting them run away from you.  Keeping a level head.  Doing what you must.  Making the hard choices and living with them, or dying by them

But he never told them what actually happened during that precious hour that Sarangerel’s bracelet gave her, the hour to decide exactly how she wanted to end her life after she finally succumbed to the Void within.  And Twelve willing, he never would.  That bittersweet pain was all his own and it always would be.

They knew from the beginning that they were on borrowed time, but neither of them expected to spend twenty-three glorious years together.  More than enough, yet not nearly enough.  She had been careful over the years, and the signs of her inner void taint took a long time to develop.  Discipline.  Self-control.  The will to resist temptation.  Considering how Zareen loved to live life to its fullest right to the end- dancing on that razor’s edge, playing with fire and shadow, becoming that storm that Arden loved so intensely, hunting her prey until the very last moment, spending all those years burning in her fire were as great a gift as the three cubs that they made together.  Year after year the taint inside her changed her outwardly, but she was still the same.  Her hair became closer to a mane.  She grew downwardly curved horns.  The tattoos on her body came alive, spreading and covering her arms.  Her hands became larger, her claws stretched and became long, wicked razors that she could retract at a whim, and near the end of their time together, whenever she called upon her aether a nimbus crown of blue-black void energy floated above her head- as if they needed more confirmation of what she was slowly becoming.

But even though every second they spent together was as precious as the rarest of gems, that last day- that last hour- was the most precious of all.

They had known going into that day, when the veins in her body and the blood within them grew black, that it was almost time.  And so they hunted one last time, together.  They went to the ruins of the ancient city of Mhach, which were still infested by powerful voidsent.  And it wasn’t long after they began their hunt that Sarangerel’s bracelet finally activated- the dull metal disc finally opened and revealed the arcane pattern of gems that blazed with power which it hid.

They both knew what that meant- Zareen’s mind would no longer be her own in an hour’s time.  She would become that which she had hunted and destroyed for decades.

And so Arden wove a fanciful story.

A story of a frightful battle against a voidsent he didn’t actually know existed or not, against hordes of creatures that never actually happened.  Of Zareen deciding that it was finally time to end her last hunt, bolting on ahead to the heart of the city and detonating her soulstone, like a star itself being born before his eye, burning as brightly and as furiously as her heart always had.

His children knew the story for a lie, but they allowed him this one thing- this one lie- because they saw how happy it made him to share this story with the cubs. They heard the fierce pride in his voice when he spoke of how they battled their way through the hordes of minor voidlings to reach their target, and they saw the painful longing in his eye when he spoke of his great love: Y’zareen Serhan, their mother.

They didn’t know the truth.  They didn’t have to know it.  No one but his old friends Khenbish and Dunrai knew the truth, because they were the ones he went to after Zareen’s hunt was over.

No one else needed to know what happened in that last, precious hour. No one needed to know about the tears and the screams, about the anguish and the terror.  No one needed to know exactly how much a man and a woman could do with one another or say to one another when there is literally no time to waste.  No one needed to hear about the gentle retellings of their favorite moments together, about the fierce, loving pride they felt at all they accomplished as partners and mates.  No one needed to know how badly Arden wished to follow his mate to the Lady’s side, but for his need to stay.  Ravin and Sarang were young yet, and needed their father’s guidance, and Arha was yet too young and unproven to lead the reborn Jaguar on her own.

But for them- for the three beautiful, strong, courageous, intelligent cubs created from Arden and Zareen’s love, fire, shadow and storm- the story would have ended before it was ever told.

And so Arden watched his beloved go, before the void claimed her forever, and watched as the voidsent swarmed her. And she fought them, roaring in defiance the entire time as they wounded her time and again, until that brilliant flash of light and power from her exploding soulstone claimed them all along with her.

Arden stayed rooted to the spot long after the marsh had reclaimed the crater that had been the center of the ancient ruin, and he hardly remembered returning to the custom mana-cutter he’d had built for traveling on their tandem hunts.  He hardly remembered getting in and flying his way back to the Shroud, to Khenbish and Dunrai’s home, where they had so often welcomed his and Zareen’s cubs when they went out to hunt, where their own procession of adoptive children had come and gone.  He hardly remembered collapsing to his knees in front of them when they greeted him.  There were no words exchanged- no words needed to be exchanged, they knew immediately why he had come.

And his brothers held onto him, kept him together when the shattered pieces of his heart threatened to fall and disappear into the nothing where they had been hidden before Zareen had walked into his life.  They kept him together for this, he thought to himself as he brought the story to its conclusion, smiling at the awed, joyful expression in each cubs’ face, at the way his son’s eyes glistened with emotion, at the fierce pride in the smiles of his daughters.

He wouldn’t have known any of this without Zareen.  He wouldn’t have seen their cubs grow and thrive and have cubs of their own.  He wouldn’t have known the bittersweetness of raising his own family, with and without his beloved.

*********

The old man dozed in his chair on the back porch of his house.

Vah’an...

He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the sun’s rays had slowly begun to dip down and darkness filled the Shroud combined with the comfortable cacophony of children playing about in the water had relaxed him to the point of drowsiness.

Vah’an…

Were he capable of more than just nodding off comfortably in his chair at the moment, he might grump about how even as little as five years ago he would have been eagerly joining in their play.

It is being time to awaken, my vah’an…

But such was life, and such was the harsh mistresses that were Time and Age.

It is being time foah one last hunt, yes?

The gentleness of the call woke him with a start, and the old man cursed up a storm.  Arden looked around and saw that the moon’s light was the only thing illuminating the clearing behind his home.  Where were his cubs?  Where were the grandcubs?  He forced himself to calm down.  Something had to be wrong- they wouldn’t just leave him there, asleep.  Abruptly he shot to his feet when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

A cat.

A large one.

A jaguar, sitting at the edge of the treeline, as slight blue-white corona of aether surrounding it.  Arden gasped, rubbing his eye and blinking rapidly.  When he looked again the jaguar was trotting away, into the forest.

Arden didn’t think- he simply gave chase, all thoughts of his children and grandchildren flying away like startled birds, because he knew this had to be a dream.  The rapidity with which he ran out of breath and his muscles protested the sudden activity after such a long time without it quickly put paid to that belief.

Arden panicked as he lost sight of the jaguar, and he spun in place, gulping air as he tried to find it.  Find her.  

Because it had to be her.

“My vah’an…”

Arden turned abruptly at the sound of her voice.

“Zareen,” he said, breathless, eye wide in wonder as the very image of Y’zareen Serhan as she had been on the day they met stood before him, shrouded in that blue-white light.

“Ahden, my mate,” she replied, her smile as dazzling and her eyes as brilliant as he remembered them. “Long have I missed you,” she said, lifting her hands to his cheeks.  They felt warm, with the familiar calluses and the very tiny pinpricks of her claws that he’d long ago committed to memory.

It felt like an eternity before Arden was able to speak.  “I’ve missed you too.  Every damn second of every damn day.”  His voice was thick with emotion, his eye glistening with unshed tears as he touched one of her cheeks with an aged, well-spotted hand.

“I know,” he said, her smile turning sad,  “I am being sorreh.  But I am also being proud, my vah’an.  Proud of what you and ouah cubs have built.  It is being theah time, now.  It is being time foah you to come home, aftah one last hunt togethah, like befoah,” she said,  and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

Instantly, the old man felt that rush he hadn’t felt since the day she died- that fire, that shadow, that storm.

And in that one moment, Arden Tide was no longer an old man.

He was as young, as happy and as full of vigor as the day they met, as the day she said she loved him for the first time, as the day she told him she was carrying their first cub.

“One last hunt,” she smiled.  “One last hunt, and then we return home to The Rivah- to be letting it take us wheah it may, so we can find each othah again in the next life, yes?”

Arden’s response was simply in the kiss he gave her in return.

********

The tiger and the jaguar padded away together into the forest.

Y’arha, Y’ravin and Y’sarang wept tears of joy as they saw their parents reunited for the last time- the perfect end to their imperfect love story.

[salt-moon]

Corwynn, It’s Cold Outside

As the afternoon birthed evening and snowflakes began to flap and flutter toward the earth, Corwynn sunk more and more comfortably into Raven’s old, favorite armchair.  He’d given it up happily for his friend when he arrived unexpectedly with a gracious amount of holiday food from his mother, and plied him with drinks for hours.  The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, filling the room with warm comfort and adding an instrument to the perfect winter soundtrack.  The moon hung fat and low in the sky now, though, and Corwynn knew it was time to head home.  A groan from both the chair and the catte as he rose pulled Raven’s attention away from his thoughts.

“Ahhh, mate, thanks for the drinks.”  Corwynn grinned as he stretched, up on his tiptoes, hands reaching for the great ceiling.  A glimpse of his normally rock-hard stomach flashed, softer now with the days of debauchery this season brought.  “I really can’t stay though, I got’ go, m’afraid.”

Wind blew snow against the frosted windows, causing them to shudder in their frames and, with the occasional gust, caused the entire house to groan.  Raven had entered the wonderfully contemplative phase of inebriation, that is ever the goal of professional bourbon drinkers, when the sudden break of silence stirred him from his reverie.

“Got to go?” Raven repeated incredulously, wrenching himself with some effort from his high-backed chair. His drink sloshed dangerously close to the edge of the glass as he gestured to the windows and the snowy weather beyond. “Corwynn, look at it! It’s far too cold outside!”

A happy, heavily buzzed smile played on the Miqo'te's lips, tail swishing lazily behind him.  He sighed, knowing Raven would likely protest, though it held about as much heat as the weather.  "Yeh, sorry Rave.  It's been nice n' all this evenin', yeh?  Really appreciate it.  But me mum's gonna be worryin', and if she starts in dad'll wind up pacin' the floor all night."  He patted himself down as if looking for his keys, turning a bit this way and that to figure out if he'd brought anything with him.

Raven’s bourbon soaked brain worked to find purchase on a suitable response, spurred by the hastening departure of his friend and the tedious idea of being alone with his thoughts. He moved to put himself between the Miqo’te and the door. “Corwynn,” he slurred a little, making his name sound a little like ‘corn’, “D’you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this? Mm? You’ve only just dropped in, what’s your hurry?”  Raven gestured wildly to the antique clock, meaning to present it as exhibit A, “See it’s only…” Though once his eyes finally focused on the face he realized it was actually quite late. “Ah…” Plan B, then. “Y...you’ll freeze your tail off out there, mate.” He nodded, directing his attention toward the fire roaring in the hearth.  “Listen to that fire. Beautiful and warm, eh?”

It was only tomorrow Raven would be dining with the entire Grey family, warm in their house in The Shroud, opening gifts and making merry, but the Elezen couldn't be dissuaded.  "Yeh, but..." Corwynn began, trying his best to pull articulate sentences out of his fuzzy mind.  "Really, I'd best..."  The gesture toward the fireplace, indeed warm and roaring, beautifully illuminated amber and gold, gave him pause.

"I mean..."  He glanced helplessly over toward his empty, neglected glass.  "Like..."  Then, when his eyes caught Raven's, he saw the hopeful, albeit drunken fondness in his eyes.  "...Maybe just like... half a drink more, then?"

No sooner had the Miqo’te glanced in the direction of his empty glass than Raven snatched it up and went to the bar. “Uh…” he muttered to himself when presented with the array of bottles. Lucien had been mixing Corwynn’s drinks that night, the Keeper preferring somewhat elaborately mixed concoctions. He sniffed at the glass for some clue of its previous contents to no avail. “Ah, Corwynn, why don’t you umm...oh, have a look at the orchestrion and pick something festive while I…do this.” Unwilling to let his inferior knowledge of drink-smithing dissuade him, he started splashing liquids into a shaker of ice. Little bit of this, little bit of that.

Mumbling, half trying to convince himself, half trying to convince Raven, Corwynn wandered over to the antique cherry-wood orchestrion. "Yeh, see, later it gets, more 'splainin' I'll have to be doin', yanno?  Neighbors gonna be finkin' fings like I dunno what.  Everyone's around n' all for the holiday..."  

Raven bobbed his head along to Corwynn’s list of woes, his eyes rolling involuntarily. Again, he gestured to the window in order to illustrate his point, lines of white streaking by, carried by the roaring wind. “But look at how bad it is out there!”

Finally, he strained the mix into the glass and presented it proudly.

As he clicked through the songs loaded into the grand device in front of him, he felt Raven close in again and he turned.  "Ah, thanks, mate."  Raven scratched his ear, looking down at the mess off open bottles he used for Corwynn’s drink. He’d gotten a little carried away and lost track of the recipe somewhere between the maple syrup, bourbon, and red wine. “Uhm...well, besides, you’ll never find a chocobo porter now, not in this weather, certainly!”

Too intoxicated to actually sniff his drink, the Miqo’te simply took a sip and blinked.  A look akin to that of a wounded morbol passed over his face, and Corwynn swallowed and looked down into his glass at the odd coloured liquid.  "What've you put in this drink??"

Grimacing still, Corwynn tilted his head at his glass, largely ignoring Raven's assessment of the chocobo situation.  He took a sniff and decided against another sip, then carelessly slid the glass onto the top of the orchestrion.  "Right, yeah, I really can't stay tho, Rave.  It's been a blast, truly.  Nice and warm and welcome..."  He stretched again, then glanced around once more.  "You seen me hat?"

Raven snorted into his glass as he helped himself to another healthy sip. “Well, frankly, I don’t see the sense in hurting my pride.” He shifted to the sideboard upon which a sizable spread of food had been laid out. Roasted root vegetables, slow braised meats, and baked goods. He was snacking a bit, popping some of this and that into his mouth when he gave a side-ways glance at Corwynn. “The hells you need a hat for, your hair looks fine!” he said between chewing. “You had any of this? Is delicious.”

Corwynn blinked at Raven, eyes wide.  "I've ate like free plates already!"  He glanced at the clock, but casually sidled over to the table and picked up an olive.  "M'tellin' ya, half me sisters gonna be suspicious, the other half gonna be pacin' the floor..."  Popping the olive in his mouth, he shook his head, resolve weakening.  "Hell, me aunt's even there, she's always makin' up grand stories about this n' that..."

Fed up, Raven sighed heavily from his nose, brushed his hands clean with a clap, and headed to the front door. He swung it open and the wind blew a blanket of snow into the room, his eyes fixed on Corwynn. “Think of my lifelong sorrow if you went out in that and died of pneumonia, mm?” He swayed a little and used the door to steady himself. “I, um...do you remember those cigars you like?” He continued, shuffling his foot on the snowy carpet, seemingly oblivious of the storm blowing into his home from the open door. “I picked up a box when I was in Ul’dah recently…”

Across the room, Corwynn's bright blue eyes widened, shocked out of his drunkenness by a blast of chill and what would soon amount to a gigantic mess on Raven's floors.  He stared at the clearly insane Elezen, mouth agape.  But when the cold started to seep into his skin, he glanced at the fireplace.  And the table of food.  And the abandoned glass on the orchestrion.  Just as he began to grimace, the word "cigars" pierced through the whistling wind, and he looked back at Raven.  And of course, the snow.

"Mate, it's cold…”

A smirk eased its way on Raven's lips and he heaved the door closed with a bit of effort. "That's what I've been trying to say, Corwynn...it's cold outside."

((Happy Starlight to you all, from myself and @housealderscorn!!!  Thank you so much for writing this with me, my dear.  :)  To be noted:  All interactions this night were wholly consensual, I assure you.))

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Athos “Kakero” Terremiaux 

Appearance -

Gender: Male

Race: Elezen Wildwood

Height: 6′10″

Eye Color: Reddish Brown

Hair Color: Blonde, but whitening.

The Facts -

Nameday: 23rd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon

Occupation: Pirate Captain

Sexual identification: Heterosexual

Romantic identification: demiromantic

Alignment: True neutral

Criminal History: Too long to list here.

Relationship Status: Single

Sweet on: Is too afraid to even consider this thought.

Favorites –

Favorite food: Apples

Favorite drink: Rum, from La Noscea preferable.

Favorite artist: R’anni Vheo

Favorite scent: Gridania, but he won’t admit

Favorite person: All the crew of the ship Forever Blue.

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫ Has an undying love for Kan-E-Senna, for more years than anyone can imagine.

⚫ Was captain and commander of the Serpent Adders until 5 years before the Calamity.

⚫ Self-exiled from Gridania because of his love. He decided to leave for knowing that Kan-E-Senna would never answer to his feelings.

⚫ Speared a giant octopus once and rumors go that he rammed a Garlean ship using the same giant octopus. Some more exaggerated ones say that he actually made a pact with Ultros for that, but... probably just rumors. Probably.

⚫ It’s known for never refusing a bet.

⚫ The Garlean Empire put a bounty on his name with numbers about 12 million gil. But he always says it’s “only” 1 million.

⚫ His age varies from source to source. Some says he has 30... some says that he has more than 60 years, he would never tell you that.

⚫ Has a sense of justice based solely on retribution. If you do good, you’ll receive good. If you do bad, you’ll receive bad.

⚫ Some people in Gridania will remember a blonde Elezen that defeated 100 morbols using only breeches and a stick 20 years ago. It’s him, but it was only 5 and he had a lance.

⚫ His real name is a secret to everyone. He was born Athos Terremiaux, son of Rafale Terremiaux and Natalie, in a small hut near Gridania. He had no known name when he got the nickname “Kakero”, that means “Bridge”, because of his incredible ability to raid enemy ships.

Five Things -

5 Things they like:

Anything that makes him remember Kan-E-Senna

Lances

Animals

Capes

Masks

5 Things they dislike:

Law Enforcers

Closed spaces

Slavery

Anything Garlean

Abusers

5 Good habits:

Too polite, for a pirate.

Goes to the end of the world for his friends

Eats regularly

Apologizes when is due

Faithful to his ideals

5 Bad Habits:

Avoids interacting with other Elezen

Is too quiet

Can be cruel sometimes

Lies blatantly if he feels to

Never ask for help

5 Personalities they gravitate toward:

Free spirits

Party harders

Garlean haters

Smart people

Good mood people

5 Personality types they avoid:

Law enforcers

Too strict

Abusive people

Womanizers

Evildoers

5 Fears:

Not being there if someday Kan-E-Senna needs

Having to go back to Gridania (really, it’s a damn conflict)

Losing one of his mates from Forever Blue

Dying alone

Failure on his job

Tagged by: @taracelica, I did one for my captain, since you tagged me, but please check Shintaro Tenryuu version, too.

#Character Meme #Kakero #oh captain my captain