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ladyramora · 3 years ago

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WoL(Adehn) x G'raha PWP ❤️

Written for & Adehn belongs to @blood--hunter

Major FFXIV Spoilers for FFXIV Shadowbringers, FFXIV Endwalker under the Cut ↓↓↓

Established Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Companionable Snark

NSFW Warnings: Sex in public, Inappropriate Behavior, Inappropriate Use of Invisibility Spells, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Public Blow Jobs, Table Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Accidental Voyeurism

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A promise was a promise, and so the first adventure that Adehn and Raha set off on when all was said and done is the well and thorough exploration of Ishgard proper. They return with Estinien at the start, but the azure dragoon is quick to part ways with them after Raha's shiny eyed, fur fluffing excitement at meeting the Lord Commander and Lord of Lords, " the Ser Aymeric, in the flesh!" . It had been intolerably embarrassing to the fair haired elezen, who had not even offered anything close to a fare you well after scoffing his disgust. In fact, he had proceeded to drag the lord de Borel away with him, muttering about stories to tell and drinks to be had. Aymeric, at least, had bid them goodbye with a smile, saying something or other in fondness to his friend.

With it then just the two of them, Adehn takes the lead in showing his miqo'te companion the sights. From the lowest gutter to the highest spire, every place he had been and all the stories he had the time to tell for his adventures here. G'raha soaked it all up with perked ears and red eyes that gleamed bright with interest. How very different it was to hear such tales from the hero's own mouth than to read aught what was penned in books, or so the historian told Adehn.

After experiencing much they could of Ishgard in one day that creeped slowly into star speckled night, they find themselves back at the Forgotten Knight for aught to eat and a bit of sport with the clientele. Cards, darts, and other sorts of games that the knights and other patrons already deep in their cups insist they join in on. There is much excitement at having Adehn—the savior of Ishgard, of Eorzea, of Eitherys itself! —join their number.

So they eat and drink and play, not so much winding down as merely relaxing for the evening. If not for Raha's suggestion that they bed down at the inn tonight, Adehn would have had them both return to his room at Fortemps manor. Well, he supposed this too would be part of the adventure that his friend so keenly craved. After everything, what could Adehn do but indulge him?

It is a good bell — or mayhap longer? of this before Adehn notices Raha leave his side. "Where are you off to?" He asks, the both of them not quite so deep in their cups as the other patrons, but enough to feel loose and relaxed.

"I won't be but a moment," is all Raha says with a parting pay and squeeze to Adehn's shoulder.

Adehn is swiftly distracted then by another challenger seeking to face the savior of Ishgard, and does not realize the passing time until Raha joins him again.

"Took you a while," Adehn comments, watching the miqo'te as he sat down next to him. Just in time for Adehn to finish thoroughly thrashing a drunken trio of temple knights in their own made up game of cards.

"Bah! You're good at everything!" One knight huffs good-naturedly, tossing his cards on the table and leaning back in his chair. He scratched at the scruff on his chin and ran a hand over his messy hair.

"Ah, we lost," said the second knight, her youthful face alcohol flushed. She leaned heavily to one side, into the space of the third knight playing against Adehn.

"Twas an honor and a privilege, Warrior of Light," the third knight says. A handsome man with scars curving over his cheek and jaw who had kind eyes and a warm smile. He reminded Adehn of another kindly knight he knew.

G'raha eyes their new company and scoots his chair a little closer to the viera. Close enough that Adehn could feel the warmth his body gave off, his adventuring outfit brushing up against Adehn as the redhead as he leaned close to speak, "Is your game over? I thought we might play a game of our own."

Adehn, for a mercy, does not react as Raha slips his chilly fingers over his knee to rest on the inside of his thigh. His fingers kneading higher and higher until the miqo'te was palming Adehn through his trousers. Not holding back the grind of his palm or the squeeze of his fingers as he molded his hand around the shape of Adehn's slowly hardening cock. Stroking firm along the length of him trapped in his trousers, and then fondling and squeezing at his tip. Adehn takes a slow, steadying breath as his cock twitches and firms up under the miqo'te's persistent groping.

Adehn grits his teeth, jaw ticking as he looks at the Keeper out of the corner of his eye. Raha's smile is perfectly poised, his ever so well practiced Crystal Exarch smile. What in the seven hells did he think he was doing?

The third knight smiles at the miqo'te, none the wiser. The first and second knight come to rest against him, the booze that they had drunk clearly settling in heavy over them. "Indeed. I think it best I see these two safely home to sleep off the ale," the handsome elezen says, rising to his feet and gathering his two companions up to help them walk upright. "Thank you again, Warrior of Light, for indulging me and my companions in a game."

Adehn inclined his head, bidding farewell to the knight and watching him go.

With the table empty now, Adehn turns his attention to his own companion. His gaze pointedly dropping down to where those cold fingers were resting, groping at him.

"A game, huh?" Adehn says, meeting those red eyes with a quirk of his brow.

The smirk that crosses G'raha's lips very much reminds Adehn of that mischief making shite of a miqo'te he had met what seemed like so long ago now. The prick that had interfered in his quest, stole his spoils and led him on a chase just to prove Adehn's worth.

He was fortunate that Adehn hadn't wrung that pretty little neck or punched his boyishly handsome face.

"You had such handsome company," the miqo'te remarks. "I felt it necessary that I recapture your attention before you fell in love."

Adehn snorts, his long ears swiveling as he glances about the tavern. They were sat in a darkened corner. No one could see them in the dim light.

"Go on, then," Adehn says, leaning back and gazing at the historian expectantly, warm amber gleaming bright despite the low light. That gaze that always left Raha breathless and trembling like prey under the hungry gaze of a predator. "Recapture my attention."

Raha shuddered, fur shivering with his sudden surge of arousal as he slipped from his seat to kneel at Adehn's feet. Resting his cheek on Adehn's thigh with heavy lidded eyes as Adehn laid his hand on his hair and stroked his ears.

For Adehn, Raha had been ever ready. To strain his body to the limits, give up his very life if only to prevent the tragedy of the world losing Adehn far too soon. Yet more than anything did Raha want Adehn to grasp for him with those strong, capable hands. To want him, G'raha Tia, as much as he desired Adehn. More than willing was he to bare his throat and expose the softest parts of himself for the other man to do with what he would. To sink into him with teeth and claw and cock, to lay claim to him as no other ever had.

Tonight, if all went well, G'raha would have it.

It is with that thought that has the miqo'te shifting closer to bury his face in the crotch of Adehn's trousers, rubbing his nose and cheek against the shape of his cock. His mouth parted, breath already panting and heated as he breathed him in. His tongue slipping from his full lips to lick and scrape over the material barring his way before his hands rose up again to grope and squeeze at him.

Adehn shifts in his seat, hissing through his teeth. Raha can feel him twitch and pulse in his hands, the miqo'te giving a low chuckle as he indulged in a few strong squeezes that had the viera's hips jolting. Adehn fingers pulling at Raha's red hair and pinching at one feline ear in punishment for touching him and getting him all riled up in front of those knights.

"Prick," Adehn growls.

G'raha smiles up at him, pretty eyelashes fluttering as he strokes him over with teasing fingers. "Why yes, I am holding one."

Adehn huffs a breath through his nose, his hand trailing from the miqo'te's hair. Knuckles brushing over the markings under Raha's eyes, palm cupping his cheek and thumb catching on his full bottom lip. "Cheeky shite," the viera says with all fondness and affection.

Raha grins at him, nuzzling into his palm and closing his lips around Adehn's thumb, the suction of his mouth hollowing his cheeks.

Adehn rolls his hips into the miqo'te's stroking fingers, his eyes mere slits. Watching as Raha frees him from the confines of his trousers and his smalls, the viera's jaw ticking as those full, cock sucking lips rub all over his cock. Hmf, still being a teasing shite.

Raha drags his lips over every ilm of his cock before the redhead finally parts his lips and licks him. Adehn letting out a soft sound at the slightly raspy, texured feel of his warm, soft tongue. The vibrations he feels as Raha sucks him into his mouth, closing his lips around tip and sucking at him. For all Raha's teasing, he was quick to take Adehn in deeper, the rumble of his purr only that much more stimulation for the hero as Raha relaxes his throat and really goes for it.

Adehn gives a barely stifled grunt, winding his fingers into Raha's hair. Gazing down into the blown pupil's of those red eyes as he rocks his hips into the miqo'te's mouth, fucking his throat as seemed to be his lover's desire.

Fuck, the purr of a miqo'te certainly gave an altogether different vibe when they were sucking you off.

The feeling of heat and lust builds between them. Adehn flushed hot and feeling that build up of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

Then Raha does something with his mouth, his tongue that almost has Adehn cumming right then down the miqo'te's rumbling throat. He staves it off, just barely, pushing back at Raha's shoulders as he gives a strained curse.

Raha pulls off, cheeks red and mouth wet. "Something wrong?" He asks, and the viera does not know whether he is being serious in concern or still just being cheeky, but…

Adehn snatches G'raha by the cute little scarf he wore, yanking him up and into him to regard him with narrowing eyes. The warm amber of his good eye burning bright with intensity, the pale white of his scarred, blinded eye not diminishing his intimidating stare at all.

It still made G'raha gulp and flinch a little as a zing of thrilled excitement raced down his spine from the top of his twitching feline ears to the tip of his fur-bristling tail. Despite what he was just doing, being so close to Adehn — face to face, eye to eye — makes him a little flustered. Proximity to his hero, his inspiration, and his dearest friend. His heart sped up, his skin heating in an even deeper blush as his gaze swept over Adehn's handsome face.

"Learned other things, did you, during your time away?" Adehn says to him with the miqo'te's scarf bunched in his fist. His voice is a little raspy, with a bit of an edge. Jealous and possessive, mayhap, thinking too much of things that did not rightly matter. Raha was with him now, and that was that.

G'raha manages a grin as he lays his hands on his friend's wrist. Not attempting to get away so much as soothe. "Curious, are you?" He replies, the curve of his lips very reminiscent of his particularly smug moments as the Crystal Exarch.

"Tis a hobby of mine to acquire forbidden knowledge. There was much to learn, hidden away in the crystal tower. The allagans were quite inspired in inventing ways to better indulge in all the pleasures they could."

Adehn blinks, his hold loosening on his scarf. Did he mean to say he had learned that from a book? The viera shook his head, lips quirking.

"You read it in a book?" He asks, just to be certain.

Raha nods, his crimson eyes bright. Ears twitching and tail swishing with joy at the mention of his acquiring knowledge. He did so enjoy the useful application of such things.

Hah. Adehn fiddles with Raha's braid, settling his palm on his neck before pulling the miqo'te close to press his lips to his. Sucking and nibbling on that full bottom lip, licking into Raha's gasping, moaning mouth to kiss him deep and passionate.

G'raha is dazed when he pulls back. Red eyes glazed with lust and skin rosy, the miqo'te chasing after his retreating lips with a low sound in his throat that has Adehn chuckling.

"Careful," Adehn says, his voice low and smooth as he fiddles with Raha's braid, wrapping it around his fingers and tugging. Baring Raha's throat to his trailing lips, to the glide of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth. The archon mark on his throat a favored place of the viera to suck and nip at, to mark up that pretty little neck all the more so everyone who saw it knew that this handsome catboy already had a possessive lover. "If you tempt me more I might fuck you right here. Take you out in the open for any and all to see as I sink my cock into you and breed you so full of my cum that you cannot hold it all as it spills out of you."

Adehn can feel Raha's throat bob in a hard swallow, the viera drawing back to see his slitted pupils blown wide, the miqo'te shuddering against him. Heh, he was always weak to Adehn whispering filthy things to him. What comes as a surprise, however, is what his lover replies with.

"Fuck me," Raha rasps, his voice catching in his throat with his sudden surge of arousal. "I… yes. Do it, breed me right here," the Seeker says, breathless and blushing, "Where anyone, everyone could see."

Adehn raises his eyebrows, a little taken aback by such enthusiasm from his lover and friend. "You're not drunk, are you?" He asks, just to be certain. This was boldness, or foolishness liquid courage could certainly grant. Adehn would hate to take advantage and have his friend aghast at him on the morrow. Of course they had been all over each other in their cups before, but this was different on account of Raha suggesting that Adehn fuck him right here. His Raha was a brave, bold man, aye—but Adehn knew just as well that the brilliant miqo'te was prone to self doubt and easily embarrassed.

But G'raha shook his head. Seeming quite serious and not just making bad decisions after too much ale. "Tipsy, mayhap, but I've still my wits about me. What, you think I cannot be bold?" Here the miqo'te smirked, leaning into Adehn and tugging his lip with his teeth. "There are things I have done that you do not yet know," he murmurs, again with that air of mystery that had driven Adehn mad dealing with the Crystal Exarch.

"Hah," Adehn gave a bark of a laugh, shaking his head.

Well, alright.

"Well then, if you're feeling so bold… Come, sit on my lap," Adehn says, patting his thigh. Watching as Raha's ears perked and his tail flickered behind him as the Seeker slunk closer with flushed cheeks to straddle his lap. Those bright, crimson eyes gazing at him expectantly once he had done so.

Adehn smiles at him with an enigmatic curve of his lips, his hands settling on the shorter man's thighs and sliding up over his hips. Slipping behind to palm at the redhead's rear, chuckling at the soft gasp he gets as he ground the shorter man down on his erection.

Raha gave a barely stifled moan, rocking his hips back into the hard bulge of the viera's cock.

"Feel what you've done to me?" Adehn remarks as he gave Raha's backside a possessive squeeze, rolling his hips up into him with lewd intent.

It was a surprise that Raha could feel him enough at all to react so positively, considering how many damned layers the miqo'te wore for his newest attire of adventuring outfit. There had been layers to his Exarch outfit, too, but at least with that outfit, one—namely Adehn—could have had easier access by the lifting of the skirt of his robes. Adehn certainly had admired the billow of them during battle as the Exarch casted his spells, distracting enough as the man had been. The man had nice legs only accentuated by the golden crisscrossing gladiator sandals he had worn. Though Adehn supposed this outfit was much more practical for adventuring. Trousers and closed-toe shoes were a more sensible choice so as not to be hindered by being exposed to the elements during their travels.

"I must admit, I do miss your skirts," Adehn tells the miqo'te with a cheeky smirk. Delighting in the way the Raha bristles and flusters. A bit of a pout puckering out his full lips as his cheeks puffed out with irritation.

"They were robes, if I must remind you, not the skirts of a ladies' dress," The miqo'te says, huffily correcting him.

Adehn shrugs, laughing a little. "Dress or robes, the fabric falls just the same. I quite fancied you flashing your bare legs every time the wind or magic caught the drape of it." It certainly made for a more interesting time than the usual routine that was adventuring as a Warrior of Light. G'raha Tia was most definitely a sight for sore eyes in any situation. Or would it be appropriate to call him eyecandy? Both, mayhap.

G'raha favors him with a flat look. "They were comfortable. And I was going for a certain look —"

Aden nods, and with an entirely straight face in his usual stoic seriousness, says, "Mysterious, sexy wizard." If that was what Raha had been going for, he had certainly nailed it.

G'raha sputters a little, flustering and feline ears perking in surprise, "Wha— Sexy ? You thought I was sexy and mysterious? Really ? Even though you had no idea who I was?" He asks, seeming incredulous but flattered. His bashful smile making a reappearance, his hands resting on Adehn's chest as he gazed up at him with bright crimson eyes. His feline ears wiggling with clear, pleased joy.

Adehn snorts. "I would not say I had no idea, Raha. I knew who you were from the beginning, it is only that I did not know if you were mine , or a version of yourself from another time and place. A G'raha Tia from another universe."

With such a cute reaction as that, Adehn leans in to kiss his lover firmly, grinding him down on his lap with the press of his palms as their lips slide over one another's.

Raha looks sufficiently dazed as he pulls back. For a moment at least, before the historian shook it off to gaze and Adehn like he were a particular puzzle that the man was eager to solve. His ruby eyes gleaming bright and ears flickering in his interest. "But I was— Am !— your G'raha . Do you mean to tell me that you held back from confronting me about my identity that you already knew from the beginning , because you did not know if I was your G'raha?"

Adehn shrugs and nods his head. "That about sums it up, aye."

G'raha groans, covering his face with clear embarrassment as he shook his head. "And here I thought I had been so careful , so clever —but you knew the whole time!"

Adehn chuckles, tugging Raha's hands away from his face and holding them in his. The viera smiling at the miqo'te with thumbs stroking and lips kissing along his knuckles. "For what it is worth, I did think the Crystal Exarch was impressive and charming on top of being a mysterious, sexy wizard. But it comes at no surprise, you are a man more than capable who has accomplished so much, Raha. Of course I would find you so amazing and awe inspiring."

The miqo'te fidgets under his stare and his earnest compliments, flushing red to his furry, feline ears and down his throat to disappear under his scarf. Adehn was quite curious how far down it went, but Raha looked like he might flop over in a faint from the honest given praise at any moment.

"You praise me overmuch!" The miqo'te sputters, waving his hands in front of Adehn's face. "For you, my inspiration, to say such things, I…! And when you yourself are so—!"

Adehn laughs softly, grasping at Raha's wrists so he does not find himself accidentally slapped in the face with the miqo'te's flailing hands and presses forward to kiss him quiet and calm.

Raha's flustered muttering falls silent with a squeak, the redhead melting into Adehn with a startled moan that drifts into a dreamy sigh.

"Hush now," Adehn murmurs against his lips, rubbing his thumb over the miqo'te's rosy cheek and skimming over the marking under his eye. Watching with a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as Raha followed after him with fluttering eyelashes and parted lips as he drew away to speak more clearly. A complimentary bit of scolding with all affection. "I will not hear you talk yourself down. Apart from all you have done during your time as Crystal Exarch on the First, you have proven yourself time and again on our adventures here on the Source. I look forward to seeing what you will do on our next one, and all the ones that come after."

G'raha looks at him like he hung the moon and dotted every star in the sky. He is the one to surge forward and kiss Adehn passionately, his wrists tugged free to to yank the viera in and cup his face in his hands. The crush of their lips sliding against each other, the slick tangle of their tongues as it deepens. The heat and desire flaring to life again that had died down a little with their pause for conversation.

"Adehn," G'raha moans into their kiss as the viera licks at his mouth and sucks on his lower lip, nipping at it with pleasurable little scrapes of his teeth. "To stay by your side and go on all your adventures with you… For the longest time that has been all I have wanted. But in this moment I want you, need you even more for much different reasons. Please, do not make me wait any longer."

Adehn chuckles, teeth tugging at the miqo'te's lip. "Alright," he says, pressing one last kiss to Raha's lips and then scoops the shorter man up with ease to place him on his feet.

"Turn around," he instructs him as Raha looks at him in confusion. The miqo'te blinks at him, but complies with his direction. And finds himself with Adehn pressed flush against his back. The miqo'te huffing out a breath as Adehn shoves him down, bent over the table. The viera pinning him in place with thrilling and somewhat frustrating ease. His hands grasping at the miqo'te's wrists as he leaned into him with all his weight.

"How's this?" Adehn murmurs throatily. "Want I should fuck you right here on this table?"

Raha whines in his throat, straining against the Warrior's hold, but it was like iron. He did not bend, break or budge. So Raha pushes his hips back into him, groaning throatily, " Yes , breed me. Right here, right now."

Breed him, huh? Adehn chuckles softly, leaned in so his breath puffed hot over Raha's twitching feline ear. His lips brushing against the velvety fur there as he spoke to him, "Very well, then. As you wish. Shall we make it more interesting?"

Raha's ears perk. "...Interesting?"

Adehn grins. "Aye. You remember that cloaking spell you cast on us in the Ocular?"

Raha lifts his head. "I remember."

Adehn grinds his hips against the miqo'te. "I want you to do it again, to see how long you can shield us from prying eyes while I do my very best to distract you."

Raha squirms, obviously turned on by Adehn's suggestion and the feeling of him rutting up against his backside. His voice shakes a little as he agrees, "V-very well. Ah, but… without the tower as a source of power, it will not be as strong. The spell will dampen our presence and voices for the most part, but not entirely. We must… be quiet."

Adehn grasps at his hips, rocking into the Seeker and pressing him firm against the table. Delighting in the moan Raha lets out. "I can be quiet," the Viera says confidently. "Can you?"

Raha makes a grunting sound in his throat that sounds suspiciously like, "prick,"—making Adehn chuckle and grin—before casting the spell. It was a little more difficult without his staff to focus it, and with Adehn so very happily distracting him by rocking his hips into him with hands roving over him. "Vanish," Raha growls out.

The cloaking magic washes over them like a shimmering wave, rendering them invisible. Indistinguishable from the rest of the tavern, or at least to the naked eye. They could still be bumped into, should someone think their table empty. The prospect of it only made it all the more thrilling. That someone, or even a group of people would sit at their table, ilms away as Adehn bred him full of his cum. Raha whines, nails scratching over polished wood as Adehn flips up the red fabric of his short-sleeved coat, and then the gold embroidered black of his tunic underneath.

"Raise your hips," he mutters lowly, and as G'raha does so his hands reach around to the front of his trousers. The snug fit of them loosening shortly around Raha's hips. The fabric tugged roughly down to sit awkwardly atop his booted feet. There would be no taking their boots off in a tavern, no matter how clean Gibrillont tried to keep. His belt follows suit, dropped on top of the pooled jumble of his trousers. Adehn's fingers feel cold as he slips his hands up under the layers covering Raha's upper half. His palms sliding over the miqo'te's smooth, warm skin. Cupping over the musculature of the Seeker's chest, fingers teasing at his soft flesh until his nipples hardened from the cold and his attention. The miqo'te shuddering as Adehn kissed over his nape, licking the salt from his skin and resting his teeth there to scrape over the Sharlayan mark on his throat.

"You're so warm," Adehn breathes, chuckling at how G'raha shivered.

"Your hands are cold," the miqo'te grumbles. Twitching and gasping as Adehn pinched at his nipples, plucking them between his fingers. The redhead squirming, wishing he could grind more against the table, but the discomfort of his low hanging jewelry dug into his abdomen through the layers he wore.

"Warm them up for me," Adehn says, the curve of his grin pressed to the miqo'te's throat. His hands caressing at all the malms of skin he could reach, feeling the way his lover shivered. The warming spell Raha had cast on them both less effective for the miqo'te now that Adehn was stripping him of his clothing. And he continues to do so, layer by layer. His scarf unwound from his neck, his jewelry slipped off. His short-sleeved, red overcoat,the grey undershirt underneath, the gold embroidered black tunic underneath that. All of it until Raha was bare of everything from the waist up except for the brown gloves he still wore. The soft fabric of his coat, scarf and undershirts then used as a pillow to brace his head in a bit of thoughtfulness that the miqo'te certainly appreciates.

Then Adehn pulled down his smalls, baring his bottom and cock to the cool air, leaving Raha shivering as his warmth drew away from him. The Viera admiring the view of his friend and lover bent over the table, his skin prickling with shivery bumps.

His hands reaching out to cup the curve of the Seeker's backside. Palming at him, fingers kneading. The warrior kicking out at his lover's booted feet to make him open his legs wide as he spread him open with palms and fingers. Raha stumbling and scrabbling at the table as he tripped over his trousers, one wide pant pulled off over his clunky boots as he fell forward into the table. Shameful desire flaring hot in his gut at being treated so roughly by his hero.

"Hmm? Was this what you were doing while you were gone for so long?" Adehn remarks at the gleam of slick he finds between Raha's cheeks. Rubbing his thumb over the pink, puckered flesh already slick with lubricant. "Preparing yourself for me? You sure are confident," the Viera smirks, grasping palmfuls of his rear and stretching him open with the press of his thumbs, watching the way his hole twitched for him. Heh. So cute, so very sexy. "Did you plan to seduce me from the start?"

Raha whines in his throat, his tail laying limp but the tip flickering with his nerves. His ears pinned flat and skin blushing a ruddy red as he admits, "I had hoped you might be convinced, so…. 'Tis best to be prepared. I am ever ready for you, Adehn. Whatever your need."

Adehn huffs a breath through his nose as his lust is stirred to new highs from Raha's bold words and actions. "And if I wanted you like this? Anywhere, anytime?" Adehn murmurs thickly, heatedly. Rubbing his fingers over the miqo'te's slippery flesh, pressing against him. Not yet penetrating, but in a tease of pressure. "Would you prepare yourself for me? Waiting, hoping I might make use of you?"

Raha shudders. His voice catching, cracking, "I—I… yes, I would," he swallows hard. His hips wiggling, thighs quivering from being spread so wide and pinned against the table. Flushed and heated and desperate for more of Adehn's attention. "...Please, Adehn. M-make use of me… Nng! Nn..ahh..hahh!" His hips jerked, head thumping against the table, tail shivering and ears twitching wildly as Adehn sank his fingers inside of him as soon as he voiced that plea, pressing deep and curling just right that G'raha swore he saw stars for a moment.

G'raha clawed at the table, legs trembling and toes curling in his boots as Adehn fucked his fingers into him roughly. Rubbing at his soft, warm insides that had been thoroughly slicked up and stretched the best the miqo'te could in the time he had slipped away to do so.

"So honest," Adehn remarks quietly, his voice low and heated. "I bet I could make you cum just like this. With only my fingers."

G'raha flushes hot, clapping his hands over his mouth to muffle his moans. His teeth biting into his own palm as he whimpered. His tail shuddering, fur bristling with pleasure as Adehn worked him open again on his fingers. It was hardly necessary for all the work Raha had done to prepare himself, but he craved every lasting moment he could claim of the Viera's touch. If Adehn wanted to make him cum on his fingers, Raha would let him.

"Another time and place, I would do so," Adehn tells him so very graciously. Raha could sob with relief, or with need as Adehn slips his fingers out of him. Raha's ears twitch, hyperfocused on every sound. There's a rustling, the pop of a cork. The slick sound of lubricant over flesh. Adehn's hot hand on his skin a stark contrast to the cold drizzle of even more lubricant poured over his sensitive flesh.

"Sorry," Adehn says on a gruff laugh as Raha yelped behind his hands, jerking at the cold lubricant dripping over his skin.

"Forgive me my impatience," the Viera murmurs, and instantly Raha forgives him as he feels the blunt tip of his cock tease against his hole. The length of him slid between his cheeks, a hand grasping at the base of his tail as the warrior ground his dick against him.

Thankfully Adehn does not tease for the situation they were in. The tip of his prick pressed against him after a few shallow thrusts between the cheeks of his ass, the blunt mushroom head spreading him open, popping through the ring of muscle and sinking inside.

Raha mewls, muscles taut and quivering. His tail limp and ears laid low as he basked in the blunt, pleasurable pressure of being filled. “Hng! Please, please,” Raha moans behind his palms, ruby eyes rolling back in his head as he rocked his hips back into him. Impatient to feel the entirety of his lover's cock sink inside of him.

Adehn hisses a breath through his teeth, pinning Raha's hips down with the palm of his hand. Slipping into him slow when all he really wanted to do was take him fast and rough for all that he pleaded for him. He grips Raha's hips with strength enough to bruise, pushing him firmly into the table as he presses flush to the miqo'te's back. Leaning forward, he kisses over his lover's spine, a rumbling laugh spilling from his lips at the desperate sounds the seeker made under him.

"Hush, lover," Adehn breathes out on a guttural laugh as he began a slow rhythm. His breath shallow and quick from restraining himself. "If you are any louder, our invisibility will not matter. You will give us away."

Raha does not listen. Or perhaps he does not hear him at all as he moans and rocks back into the roll of Adehn's hips.

Heh. Fine, if that was how he wanted it…

Adehn quickens his pace, his hands bracing Raha's hips as he grabbed hold of him tightly and snapped his hips.

The sound Raha makes too loud to be called anything close to quiet as he stretched out his arms and grasped at the edge of the table. The heavy wood thankfully holding steady and still even as Adehn rocks Raha into the table with more force behind the thrust of his hips.

Raha stares out into the dimly lit tavern, his moans barely stifled behind the palms of his hands. His red eyes skimming over all the faces who sat not so far away from them, going about their business none the wiser that their beloved champion of Ishgard was acting so depraved just a few fulms away from them.

One particularly vigorous thrust of Adehn's hips has Raha's toes curling and eyes rolling back, his answering whimper sounding loud even over the thundering of his own heart in his ears. The spell wavering a little for a moment,just a moment. Not enough to fall, but to shift the air around where they hid in plain sight. To perhaps give anyone looking their way a glimpse of the lewd display they put on.

Raha lifts his gaze and locks eyes with the intense stare of a broody looking xaela sitting in a darkened corner. A truly surly looking fellow. The color of those glowing umbral eyes somewhere between blue and green. Raha flushes hot, red eyes widening as the man curls his lip and narrows his eyes.

Had they been discovered?

His stomach swoops with the thought, his body burning all the hotter.

"I think… s-someone saw us!" Raha drops his hands to whisper intensely to Adehn. His eyes clenching tightly closed as the Viera's pace did not falter or slow.

"Ohh? Shall we give them something to gaze upon?" Adehn chuckles, his hands roving possessively over Raha's skin as he tugged him backwards and upright to rest with his back against the Viera's chest.

"A-Adehn!" Raha gasps in a fervent whisper, flushing hot all over with embarrassment and shameful arousal as the hero holds him up and spreads his legs open, bearing it all to the room. With the shift in angle sinking Adehn's cock inside him all the deeper, Raha can hardly think, let alone focus. The spell holds, but just barely as Raha shudders and whines. Hiding his embarrassed face behind the backs of his hands.

"How cute. I thought this was what you wanted, Raha," Adehn whispered to him wickedly as he held him as if his weight were nothing at all to him. "Did you not ask that I breed you here for all to see? Were those not the words that fell from your lips?" The viera chuckles. "Why now are you so embarrassed?"

G'raha shivered all over. Pushed closer and closer to the edge with Adehn's words, with the feel of him moving so deep inside of him. His skin felt hypersensitive so exposed to the air, to the eyes that gazed at them, through them, unseeing as they were as their invisibility still yet held.

"I.. I did," Raha answers. "I do, I just…" It was all too intense. He felt exposed even though it was obvious they had not yet been discovered by anyone except perhaps that xaela man. He felt embarrassed at his own depravity.

His eyelashes flutter with the heaviness of his eyelids, his muscles jerking and tightening up as the pleasure builds up inside of him. So close, so very close to the peak of his pleasure!

"I…! I cannot maintain it for much longer!" Raha warns, his voice nearly sobbing.

"Hold it just a little longer," Adehn hisses to him, dragging them back into the darkness of their corner table because he had no intention of truly showing Raha off to any of the people here in the tavern. Raha nearly yelping out in inarticulate sounds as every step bounced him on Adehn's cock, grinding against his insides in agonizing pleasure.

No, no, he could not…! He could no longer…! Ah! Raha closes his eyes to the shimmer of magic, his orgasmic cry muffled into Adehn's palm as the viera covers his mouth and curses close to his ear. He can feel him throbbing inside of him, the tensing of the Viera's muscles as a hot gush of heat floods into him.

Hng !

The feeling of it, the satisfaction of what it meant, of what Adehn had done brings with it another wave of pleasure crashing over him not long after the first.

He feels weightless, floating as the pleasure of his peak washes over him. He is numb, deaf and blind to everything but that bliss.

He does not expect gravity to hit him quite so hard. All the air whooshing out of him as he finds himself dropping atop of Adehn none too gently, sprawled out horizontally on what seemed to be a bed.

He is still trembling, his cock bobbing against his belly as it dribbles more messy spend, when he lifts his head to look around with hazy eyes. They were… in Adehn’s room?

His eyes widened. Had Adenh teleported them back here whilst they were still connected? "How incredibly reckless," Raha sighs in mild reprimand. But who was he to say such? He had done many a reckless thing in all his years.

"That is rich coming from you," Adehn remarks breathlessly, with a rumbling chuckle. "Still, it is not an incorrect assessment. I suppose… I do not wish to share you. Or have you put on one of Ishgard's lists for being a pervert that engages in such lewd activities out in the open."

G'raha lets out a sound of indignation. "What? Just me? What of you, O Champion and Savior of Ishgard?"

Adehn grins with lips pressed to Raha's skin. "As you said, I am their Champion. Would they not close their eyes and pretend not to see me?"

G'raha huffs. Well, he did have a point. It would have been much the same in the Crystarium. The Warrior of Darkness did have the Crystal Exarch wrapped around his finger, after all.

"Ah, but where were we?" Adehn remarks, and G'raha's world tilts as he finds himself rolled underneath the Viera.

He blinks at him, his hands curled like paws in surprise. "Um. Resting now, surely?" He says with a cat-like smile.

Adehn narrows his eyes at him, his lips quirking in a dangerous smile that sends shivers racing down the miqo'te's spine.

"Oh? Did you think we were done?" Adehn asks in a voice almost dripping with saccharine sweetness. He strokes his hand over Raha's cheek, his eyes squinting with his smile. "Adorable."

Raha gulps. His hands splaying across the viera's well muscled chest in want of a momentary pause. Adehn still mostly clad in his adventuring attire whereas G'raha was almost entirely nude. "A-ah…! What about our clothes? Did you leave them in the tavern??"

Adehn tilts his head, positioning them both more comfortably as he spoke, his hands slipping under Raha's thighs and drawing his hips towards him as he settles between his spread legs. "Worry not. I have not left anything behind to be trod on or tripped over on the tavern floor."

His hands trailed over Raha's skin, the warm amber of his gaze boring into him. "Have I already exhausted you for the evening?" Adehn murmurs. "Or have you needs yet to be satisfied?"

G'raha gulps with the renewed arousal that creeps up over him. Shivering underneath the Viera as he is teasingly caressed.

"Well?" Adehn smiles.

He knew exactly what he was doing, this cheeky little…. "Come here," Raha grumbles, grabbing at the man and dragging him down to kiss him.

Adehn grins into their kiss, chuckling as Raha muttered uncomplimentary things between their press of lips.

They did not truly rest until hours after.

….

Gibrillont rubs at his forehead, sighing heavily. That was the fourth instance of a patron well into their cups claiming that they had seen the Champion of Ishgard and his miqo'te companion engaging in… ah, well… lascivious behavior .

Should he believe them, or have this batch of ale re-examined? As far as Gibrillont could remember, Adehn and his companion—G'raha, was it not?—had disappeared not long after finishing a game of cards with a gathering of knights.

Gibrillont shook his head. "Drunken buggers," he decides. There was no way the Warrior of Light would do such a thing.

"I saw it, too."

Gibrillont looks up from wiping down the bar. Taken aback at seeing the surly dark knight that was Sidurgu Orl standing in front of him. The man never drank.

"Ah. Well, then. I see. Thank you, Sidurgu." Gibrillont says. Because what do you say to that? Apologize that the savior of their city and the entire world as they knew it decided to get his rocks off in the middle of this Ishgardian bar in particular? For all he had done for them, the Viera could likely get away with anything he liked with naught more than a mild scolding or a slap on the wrist from Ser Aymeric himself.

"I do not want Rielle exposed to that sort of behavior," the auri man says with a scowl. "Make certain of that."

With that said, Gibrillont watches the man turn heel and walk off.

Well, damned.

If the stone cold sober xaela was telling him so, Gibrillont might just have to have a chat with the Warrior of Light when next he saw him. And perhaps update the rules of this establishment.

"Full glad am I that he feels so comfortable here," Gibrillont sighs, "but why?"

Well. It was fortunate that the tavern was already up for that scheduled deep clean, he supposed.

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It is one of the most meaningless thing I’ve done in time - all least-to-most ranks and just characters’ fact answers (those that with no pictures) from oficial Ask Arcana gathered in one place. Have no idea what that information could be used for and if it even useful but it kept me occupied and distracted from some life shit for a while, so let it be.

who is most to least likely to enjoy the movie Frozen? Lucio, Portia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, Nadia

Out of the cast, who is the most to least likely to be the jealous type? Portia, Lucio, Muriel & Nadia (tied), Julian, Asra

would you like to rank the characters from who cries most to least ugly? like from sniveling to shoujo manga tears? Muriel, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Asra, Nadia

who is the most to least superstitious Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Muriel

most to least excited to be at a WWE event Portia, Lucio, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

From worst to best at handling children Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Asra, Portia, Julian

From worst to best for alcohol tolerance Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Nadia

Character ranking from best at keeping secrets to loose-liped gossip? Asra, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Portia, Julian

best to worst dancers? Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel

Most to Least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel

Least to most likely to eat something weird (read: probably shouldn't be eaten) because of a dare? Nadia, Julian, Muriel, Lucio, Portia, Asra and not even on a dare

how old are each of the revealed characters? everyone is old, but in order of least old to most old: Asra, Portia, Muriel, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Who's the best kisser? Who's the worst? Best kisser: Faust (good snake smooches) Worst kissers: Mercedes and Melchior (too much cronch)

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If the main 6 played MTG what color decks would they play? Asra: Blue Nadia: White Julian: Black (Portia made his for him) Portia: White/Green Muriel: Green Lucio: Red

How did cast look as babies? Nadia: The best baby, perfect in form and function Asra: A cute baby, always looking around Julian: Not the most handsome baby, a little gangly Portia: Round, squealing delightful baby Lucio: Red-faced screaming awful baby Muriel: Sturdy and well insulated for the long winter

Of the main six characters, which ones are capable of juggling and which ones would absolutely love doing needlepoint? capable of juggling: Portia, Asra, Muriel absolutely love doing needlepoint: Nadia, Julian incapable of juggling/ absolutely hate doing needlepoint: Lucio

what would the cast choose as their job in the mmo final Fantasy XIV? Julian: Dragoon Asra: Astrologian Lucio: Ninja, but he messes up the mudras Nadia: Machinist Portia: Summoner Muriel: Paladin

What would be the favorite attractions/rides of the cast at Disney? Julian: Pirates of the Caribbean Asra: Astro Orbiter Lucio: Tower of Terror (RIP) Muriel: Matterhorn Portia: California Screamin' Nadia: Carousel of Progress

What do the rest of the cast smell like? Nadia: Les Larmes Sacree Du Thebes by Baccarat Asra: Lord of Misrule Lush Shower Cream Julian: Leather seats in a rental car Portia: Cocoa butter and laundry soap Lucio: Fireball, Axe body spray & ass Muriel: myrrh

What board game would The Arcana gang be? Nadia: Clue Asra: Twister Julian: Sorry! Portia: Mouse Trap Lucio: Monopoly Muriel: Guess Who

Who do all the cast main in over watch? Nadia: Ana Asra: Sombra Julian: Reaper Portia: Zarya Muriel: Bastion Lucio: Genji

If everyone participated in a Winter Olympic sport, which one would they be in? Nadia: figure skate (singles) Asra: snowboarding Julian: alpine ski Portia: freestyle ski Muriel: luge Lucio: ice hockey

Main casts Starbucks orders? Julian: Black coffee and he flirts with the barista until it’s ready. Nadia: London Fog Latte. She comes in at exactly 8 every morning. Asra: Matcha latte unless there’s a new radioactive-looking Frappuccino flavor and then he gets that. Muriel: Waiting outside in the car, asks Asra to get him a water. Asra comes back with a hot chocolate and a cake pop. Muriel grumbles but accepts them every time. Lucio: Salted Caramel Mocha extra whip extra sprinkles nonfat no foam soy upside down actually coconut milk instead and then he yells at you if you get it wrong. Portia: Pink Drink and all the baristas get excited when she walks in because they love her and she always tips.

The cast as Kanye songs Nadia: Power Lucio: No Church in the Wild Asra: Love Lockdown Julian: Heartless Portia: Paranoid Muriel: Coldest Winter

Which characters would be in the fire, water, earth, and air nations? Slightly different from what you asked, but: Asra - waterbender Nadia - airbender Julian & Portia - non-benders Muriel - Earthbender Lucio - Firebender

What kind of parents are the cast at their child’s soccer game? Nadia: standing on the sidelines in sunglasses and heels biting her thumbnail and watching every move on the field because she doesnt trust the ref Asra: cheers whenever anything happens, takes as many kids as can fit in the car out for ice cream but doesn’t check with the parents Julian: chats up the other parents relentlessly and isn’t watching when his kid gets hit in the face with the ball Portia: “cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon AW WHAT WAS THAT” Muriel: watching from the parking lot inside the car Lucio: yelling on the phone the whole time, spills all 24 oz of his salted caramel mocha on the bench and doesn’t do anything about it

Which Disney movie is the favorite of each of the cast? Nadia: Fantasia 2000 Asra: The Emperor’s New Groove Julian: Muppet Treasure Island Portia: Muppet Treasure Island Muriel: The Fox and the Hound Lucio: Cinderella 2: Dreams Come True

what kind of youtube channel would each character have (letsplay, cooking, craft, etc)? Asra: very unstructured mostly-cooking channel that also features videos of him just eating weird things, and videos of Faust existing and being cute Nadia: beauty guru with very polished high-end editing Julian: doesn’t know how to use youtube but Portia made an account for him and uploads her shaky/blurry phone videos of his jazz performances Portia: likes and comments on all of Nadia’s videos while occasionally posting cute cat vids Muriel: does not have an internet connection Lucio: extremely loud letsplayer, mostly FPS

What would the cast be as animal crossing villagers? Muriel: Cranky Bear Julian: Smug Eagle Portia: Uchi Cat Nadia: Snooty Ostrich Asra: Lazy Wolf Lucio: Jock Goat

What Fire Emblem Fates' classes would each character be? Asra - Diviner Nadia - Priestess Julian - Adventurer Portia - Maid Muriel - Wolfskin Lucio - Berserker

if the arcana cast were naruto characters, which ones would they be Portia: Naruto Muriel: Gaara Lucio: Orochimaru Julian: Itachi Asra: Kakashi Nadia: Fancy Shikamaru

If the characters of arcana watched rupaul's drag race who would be their faves? Nadia: bebe, raja, peppermint Asra: yara, aja, adore Julian: nina bo’nina, sasha, raven Portia: chichi, bob, ginger Lucio: willam, kimora, mimi imfurst Muriel: Latrice Royale

WHAT ARE THE CHARAS PREFERRED FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Nadia: Lavender Lemon Asra: Rainbow Sorbet Julian: Pistachio Portia: Cookie Dough Muriel: Rocky Road Lucio: Red Velvet

Please please arcana cast as mcr songs Lucio: It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish Julian: Thank You For The Venom Asra: Welcome To The Black Parade Muriel: House of Wolves Nadia: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison Portia: Give Em Hell Kid

What are the characters going to be for Halloween? Asra - glow-in-the-dark mermaid Nadia - [elegant ballgown interpretation of] a swan Julian - tortured vampire/werewolf hybrid Muriel - sheet ghost Portia - ninja turtle Lucio - slutty angel Faust - a very long hot dog

If you had to assign the characters from the Arcana to characters from Labyrinth who would they be? Nadia: Jareth Asra: Sara Julian: Sir Didymus Portia: Hoggle Muriel: Ludo Lucio: The Chilly Down birds

What's each character's favourite fruits? Nadia: Concord Grape Asra: Blue Raspberry Julian: Fig Portia: Banana Muriel: Lemon Lucio: Pomegranate

what's everyone's favorite season? Asra - spring Nadia - summer Julian - autumn Muriel - winter Portia - spring Lucio - summer

Who would the Arcana cast be in a cliche Noir Film? Nadia: boss with kinetic ball bearing desk ornament and brandy in the drawer Asra: first love turned old flame that you run into halfway around the world Julian: haggard scientist with an unbuttoned shirt scribbling on the walls Portia: wisecracking secretary who takes a bus a train and a ferry to work Muriel: ominous farmer that lets people use the phone after a car breaks down Lucio: raging starlet shattering a vase after being blacklisted by every studio

The Arcana cast as Michael Jackson songs? Nadia: Man in the Mirror Asra: You Are Not Alone Julian: Smooth Criminal Portia: Will You Be There Muriel: Ben Lucio: Bad

What would each character be in cats? This probably wasn’t supposed to be Cats the musical but if you think i’m gonna pass this up Nadia: None they’re all awful/ Munkustrap Asra: Mister Mistoffelees Julian: Macavity Portia: Jennyanydots Lucio: Rum Tum Tugger Muriel: Grizabella

what would their favorite emojis be? Asra: 🌚 Nadia: 🍷 Julian: 🎷 Portia: 👀 Muriel: 👁 Lucio: 💃💸😏👑

What panic at the disco songs describe each character best? Julian: Death of a Bachelor Asra: I Write Sins Not Tragedies Portia: She’s a Handsome Woman Nadia: Northern Downpour Lucio: Victorious Muriel: From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins

What stereotypes for a super cliché highschool do the characters fall into? Nadia: Valedictorian who has been doing independent study and hasn’t set foot in the building for the past two years Asra: Shows up late every class with loud ass Sunchips, does homework in glow in the dark gel pen Julian: Eats lunch with his teacher so they can keep talking about mitochondria Portia: Gets really hype about dances, always ends up fighting at dances Muriel: Puts away all the folding chairs that everyone left behind Lucio: Gets on the intercom to talk shit about the teacher who gave him a D+ on his plagiarized essay

What sports would the characters play? And would they be any good at those sports? Muriel: Any solitary sport. He likes track and shotput. Nadia: Swimming. She isn’t on a team, she just likes the water. Portia: Wrestling. She’s got a few championship belts. Julian: Grandma Devorak forced him to take One Sport in high school, and he chose long-distance running. Asra: Beach volleyball and snowboarding. He’s just there to have a good time. Lucio: Ice hockey, but he spends it mostly punching other players.

what dragons from books/movies/games match each character best, would you say? As for dragons, one of our writers plays Flight Rising obsessively so here’s every character as a Flight Rising breed. Asra: Fae Nadia: Imperial Lucio: Wildclaw Muriel: Guardian Julian: Skydancer Portia: Snapper

What is each character most likely to do with the mc when they're feeling 'unusually affectionate'? Nadia: feed them champagne grapes and engage them in conversation so she can watch them try to talk with their mouth full Asra: stare at them and stop acknowledging anyone or anything else Julian: preen and spoil them to the point of being a public embarrassment Portia: constant cuddly contact Muriel: follow them at a respectable distance Lucio: belt out an aria at the sight of them

What's everyone favorite manga if they read any in this world? Nadia: Rose of Versailles Asra: Yugioh Julian: Blackjack Portia: Ranma ½ Muriel: Hunter x Hunter Lucio: Berserk

how much does faust like all the characters? like, who does she like the most/least? does she like the main character at all? Faust adores the main character almost as much as she loves Asra. But if she had to choose from the rest: Most good smelling: Nadia Most fun to squeeze: Julian Most too big to eat: Muriel Most hard to hide from: Portia Most attackable: Lucio

what kind of drunk is everybody? Nadia: capable, professional drunk on the move. Never in the same room twice Asra: touchy-feely but won’t leave the couch, still somehow manages to catch on fire Julian: morphs into The Storyteller, everyone in earshot ends up caught in a dramatic reenactment of his life story waiting for him to take a breath but he never does Portia: makes 6 new friends in the bathroom line Muriel: moody, talks to no one, keeps taking everybody’s empty bottles out to the trash Lucio: the loudest, the drama, the legend, the first to dip out when the cops show up

Of the Characters: Who tells a dirty joke? Who doesn't understand it? Who is disgusted? Who laughs? Who hides a smile? Who gets annoyed? Lucio: tells a dirty joke Muriel: doesn’t understand it Julian: is disgusted Asra: laughs Portia: hides a smile Nadia: gets annoyed

What are the characters usual reactions when subbing their toes? Nadia: It Does Not Happen Asra: hops it off Julian: hissing, closes his eyes while he savors the pain Portia: (string of curses) “ok………. i’m fine” Muriel: doesn’t notice because his toes are too far away Lucio: shrieks, revenge kicks the wall, shrieks harder

what you think everyones deadly sin would be? the deadly cliches: Nadia - Pride Asra - Lust Julian - Wrath Portia - Envy Muriel - Sloth Lucio - Gluttony

On a scale of good to bad, who sings karaoke? Nadia has a silky voice with impeccable vibrato. But she only sings karaoke alone in the bath. Asra has an airy, intimate voice. He’s the worst at karaoke because he doesn’t even get up off the couch. Julian has very limited singing ability, but he will talk sing the whole way through if he has to. He’s great at duets, somehow. Portia has a throaty, powerful voice. She brings the house down with Heart and Bonnie Tyler ballads, even if she squeaks on the high notes. Muriel has a gravelly grumble that he is convinced is useless for singing and if you hand him the microphone he’ll drop it and go stand in the corner. Lucio has an overdone musical theater voice but he is tone deaf. He will shout out the high notes and power through the rest and if you try to skip his song there will be hell to pay

which social media platform which each character Prefer™ ? Asra - twitter (RTs a lot of memes and shitposts, posts incomprehensible dril-like tweets at 3am) Nadia - instagram (flawless makeup and aesthetic™) Julian - yahoo answers Portia - snapchat Muriel - what is social media Lucio - LinkedIn (you will NEVER stop getting email notifications from him)

what dnd classes would the cast be (like mage, assassin, cleric etc)? Nadia: Paladin Asra: Warlock Julian: Rogue Portia: Bard Muriel: Fighter Lucio: Barbarian

what would each characters spice girl name be Asra: Mystery Spice Nadia: Boss Spice Julian: Suffering Spice Portia: Sassy Spice Muriel: Surly Spice Lucio: Spicy Spice

how complicated is each character's personal hygiene routine? Nadia’s personal hygiene routine: an exact science and takes a practiced team of servants to execute. Julian’s personal hygiene routine: splashing his face 5-7 times and gargling with his famous mint vodka peroxide formula Asra’s personal hygiene routine: sticking his head underwater until he’s awake Portia’s personal hygiene routine: putting her hair in a bun and scrubbing herself with a cloth and bucket down by the frog pond Lucio’s personal hygiene routine: milk and caviar bath every 13 hours Muriel’s personal hygiene routine: standing in the pouring rain

What's everyone's favorite alcoholic drinks? Asra - St Germain, tequila, blue curaçao, lime juice, hibiscus syrup (serve in a champagne flute or martini glass, garnished with a wildflower or tiny umbrella) Julian - whiskey, Kahlua, Grand Marnier, lemon juice (serve in a highball glass) Nadia - Chambord, white wine, seltzer (serve in a wine glass, chilled or on the rocks) Portia - beer & apple cider with a shot of rum (serve in a lowball glass) Muriel - Baileys, butterscotch schnapps, hot chocolate (serve warm, in your coziest mug) Lucio - Jägermeister & Goldschläger topped with overproof rum (serve as a flaming shot)

what would be each of the characters' favorite genre of music? Asra: Bossa Nova and EDM Nadia: Obscure Opera and Calming beach sounds Julian: 20 minute tracks of Quality Jazz Portia: Reggae and dad rock Muriel: New wave and white noise Lucio: Top 40 and Dark Funky Disco

who would the arcana characters be from mean girls?? Asra: the guy who asked what day it was Nadia: cady Julian: gretchen weiners Portia: janis Lucio: regina george Muriel: damian

Which Hogwarts house would each of the Main Cast belong in? Asra & Julian - Ravenclaw Nadia - Slytherin Portia & Muriel - Hufflepuff Lucio - Gryffindor

What would the characters modern!au job/career of choice be? Lucio owns and manages several nightclubs and has a trashy daytime talk show Asra does really low-budget magic shows at kids’ birthday parties by day, and DJs at one of Lucio’s clubs at night Nadia is the city mayor, an international chess champion, and concert pianist Portia works at Home Depot (used to be a waitress at Red Lobster but the tips were terrible), but she wants to be a zookeeper Julian is a doctor at an underfunded hospital with lots of drama Muriel lives off the grid in a broken-down van in the woods

Just due to mild curiosity what would be the casts favorite musicals? Asra - Legally Blonde: The Musical Nadia - Chicago Julian - Les Mis Muriel - Wicked Portia - Cats! Lucio - Phantom of the Opera / Kinky Boots (it’s a tie)

what cryptid is every character Asra = Chupacabra Julian = Mothman Nadia = Nessie Portia = Loveland Frog Muriel = Bigfoot Lucio = Jersey Devil

how would the game's characters celebrate the MC's birthday with them?? Asra would take them on a long journey without telling them where they were going (but would keep them entertained with riddles) to a scenic oasis, where he would pretend to drown so MC has to dive into the water and at the bottom is a magic flute that can summon a swarm of bees (their favorite!) Nadia would throw a tastefully brief festival in their honor. MC would be lavished with pampering (by professional pamperers) from dawn to dusk and when the clock struck midnight, they would be presented with seven bejeweled eagles (one for every day of the week) Julian would meet them for dinner in a shady tavern, bring them heaping plates of food and offer unsolicited advice for the coming year. About halfway through the meal he would have to scramble out the back door because law enforcement arrived on the scene but he’d put it an order in the kitchen to bring them something for dessert Lucio would declare the day a holiday and call it Day of the Beloved One of Lucio. They would have to sit uncomfortably still while a master artiste painted their portrait and a mile-long line of peasants laid gifts at their feet. Muriel doesn’t celebrate birthdays because time is a human construct Portia would throw a big loud party with a barbecue :D

Since it is soon, what would the characters do for Valentines day with us (the MC)? Nadia would take you on an elegant river cruise stocked with 130 varieties of tiny cake and a private crooner hired to serenade you but she would end up throwing them overboard for not hitting the high notes Asra would take you to the mall and splurge on all the stuff you both can’t afford but wait way too long to get lunch so you get into a fight and he proposes in the food court Julian would show up on the 15th after with all the candy he scored at 75% off, pretend it was on purpose that he got the day wrong, and wake you up at 3 am to come clean because the guilt was eating him alive Muriel would light some scented candles, cook up a sensual meal and throw a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace for you to enjoy alone while he escapes into the woods Portia would pack a picnic of chicken and tortilla chips, take you to the beach where you could splash around until the sun goes down and lull you to sleep on the sandy blanket with her acoustic guitar Lucio would have servants fill your room with floor to ceiling flowers while you sleep and wait impatiently for you to wake up like

Would you roommate with any of the characters? it’s hard to decide, so here are some pros and cons Asra - pro: never home / con: leaves dishes in the sink for weeks Nadia - pro: your home will be spotless / con: it’s spotless because she orders you to clean it for her Julian - pro: medical professional / con: half of your apartment is now this

rate the characters on how #extra they are Muriel: 4/10 Lucio: 13/10 Everyone else: 10/10

Which character could be best described as "tender"?? "Spicy"??? “tender”: Muriel “tender”/“Spicy”: Asra, Portia “Spicy”/”tender”: Julian, Nadia “Spicy”: Lucio

what the favorite Pokemon of all the characters were. Asra - Ekans, Delphox, Espeon Nadia - Noctowl, Gardevoir, Musharna Julian - Absol, Bisharp, Murkrow Portia - Chansey, Politoed, Hoothoot Muriel - Pangoro, Aggron, Wigglytuff Lucio - Houndoom, Pyroar, Skarmory

#what I spend my life on #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #muriel #portia devorak #count lucio #asra the magician #the arcana muriel #ask arcana #I just like to organize information too much

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peculiarmarsu · 3 years ago

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Finished my first ShB relic! I decided to go for Dragoon simply to get a gear upgrade, its looks are somewhat dull compared to others. In general I like the idea of the nonchalant-looking weapons that get some spice when unsheathed. I’m going to work on some more as I have taken different stages of the quests for different classes, getting the items for them along general playing.

Though, I’d have preferred if the content relied more on Bozja/Zadnor. All the items should have had higher/multiple drop rates there instead of from old content. Bozja and Zadnor weren’t all as interesting as Eureka instances either, and lacked the cooperation that made Eureka fun (after me recovering from my first initial disdain :D). The storyline and its phasing was great though, especially compared to Eureka’s! I do wonder what kind of ordeal the next expansion’s relic will be, I would hope some mix of the last two.

Handsome lad @dengo-gaming was showing off his Summoner book as well!

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv screenshots #final fantasy xiv

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one-kind-of-cosmos · 3 years ago

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Yakuza 3: Filler or Plot, I’d rather see Kiryu be happy

Somewhere around a year ago I completed Yakuza Kiwami 2 and at the time I thought it was neat (though, I don’t hold those opinions as much anymore). The Remastered Collection was announced for Steam and so I waited patiently up until it finally released, got my hands on the bundle and safe to say, all my hype for all three games, especially Yakuza 3 was rewarded handsomely, for context I was this excited for the game that I watched the intro every day just to keep the hype going, Fly always has my heart.

When I first finished the game I thought it was pretty alright: banger as heck music, combat that isn’t from the Dragon Engine, chases, Rikiya :( and in general the Ryudo family, three notable members or ten, no number can changed how lovable they are, while Mikio is my least favorite but that's because the other two have much more to offer (If Mikio had more screen time, I'd talk about him, but erm.. Sorry bud):

Nakahara is a laid-back patriarch who doubles as a rad crime dad;

Rikiya with his puppy-dog eyes is such a lovable punk that I wish I could interact with him more just like with Haruka (i.e. karaoke, other minigames, etc.).

On the topic of characters, I genuinely don’t mind seeing less of Majima, I love him don’t get me wrong, but if we just get those rare moments where he appears all glamorous and smexy to (yet again) fight Kiryu because of the “Nishitani affect” TM. Mine totally deserved more screen time, he’s way more interesting than say, Shibusawa, nuff said.

Onto gameplay: Whenever I read/watch reviews of the game, they always make me confused on how they think this has the worst combat in any Yakuza game ever, whenever I look at some of their gameplay though, it’s always the same “repeatedly hit the enemy until something changes” which just, sucks, spicing up my style of play in 3 was what kept it fresh, it’s what kept it grand (unlike Kiwami 2, I have thoughts about all that for another time) folk like DanteDevil12 really helped with that, grateful for folk like him. Chases were first introduced in this game and I really love them, it spices up the gameplay in a way I can appreciate, turning Ryu-Kyu and Kamurocho into sorta obstacles courses was a sweet treat but I can understand their dislike for It’s chunkiness and such.

I’ve in a way mentioned that the Soundtrack has bangers and I truly mean that, but I'll keep it short-ish with listing my favorites: Fly; Ryu-Kyu Humming; Crush & Strike; Urgency; Pure Malice; Clay Doll on The Cradle; Lyrism Without Tears; Ogre Has Returned; Encountered the Dragoon and Independence for Violence. Some that I haven’t mentioned like ‘Bruise’ are still good and all, it’s just that others do the job better.

Onto the plot shortly, I do agree that some things could’ve been played out more naturally, for example when Date tells you about Hamazaki, Mine and Kanda, we totally could’ve had a more natural way of learning everything, same with the chapter “The Plot” where, I kid you not, they go over the plot for like, a long while with minimal interacting, least we get Majima and his pink truck the beautiful bi mess.

I (usually) get where people come from, Yakuza 3 and 4′s plot is confusing/messy? Yeah, but I personally like it; the orphanage problems could’ve been substories? Yeah, but even so, those little fellas are part of Kiryu’s happiness and I like seeing that more. It’s just that stuff like that doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should, I came here for crime dads and funky combat, but I'll stay for wholesome slowdowns.

In conclusion, for my first long post, it’s a mess but I liked writing something again; I think 3 has a fine story and for me it’s up there with 0, 5 and 7, fight me and Rikiya totally wasn’t pretending in the Love Hotel. At some point I might go into the characters a bit more, but this feels like it went on for long enough, so If you read the whole thing, even if it was hard, thank you, I appreciate it.

#yakuza #yakuza 3 #review #yakuza 3 always has my support

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voluptuous-covenant-girls · 3 years ago

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Veronica Carmine

"Once a predator spots their prey, the game of death begins, and I like that game."

Name

Veronica Carmine

Age

119

Date Of Birth

June 15

Gender

Female

Disorders

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it.

Symptoms List:

Symptoms may include nightmares or unwanted memories of the trauma, avoidance of situations that bring back memories of the trauma, heightened reactions, anxiety, or depressed mood.

Occupation

Rouge Huntress/Assassin

Small Description

Veronica can be quite the interesting girl once you get to know her, her personality is what shines most from her. Her get things done attitude is almost admirable if it wasn't for her ego and mindset which makes her seem almost evil in a way. She would never shy from a challenge no matter how big or small as long as its for the greater good of her Tribe .

Weapon

Pleasure and Pain

Pleasure and Pain are a pair of Tanto shorts swords that are made up of ice dust crystals, Pleasure is mounted on Veronica’s back while Pain is mounted on her lower back just above her backside.

Backstory

Her father was the Alpha of her people, a small tribe of the last Dragoons left on this planet he was held as the strongest and bravest one. He really wanted his daughter to follow in his footsteps which meant being trained by the best teachers of her kind, the best armor and weapons forged by the most skilled blacksmith's in the tribe. Even though she was still very young her father wanted to start her training at a young age so she could even be worth carrying the tribe to take its rightful place at the top of the food chain.. After a couple of years of intense training her father was happy to see a cute ‘little’ girl was becoming a strong intimidating warrior at such a young age.

Wanting to keep the lineage of such a notable line of strong warriors, he scoured the tribe for a possible handsome young male that he could arrange a marriage for her daughter when she turns the age of 16. One fateful night at the age of 15, after Veronica had finished the intense training from one of the teachers, she had stumbled into the den as her body trembled as it was also covered in cuts and bruises. She leans against the wall as she was trying to grab something to drink, and as she reached for a bottle of water she stopped hearing the familiar voice of her father. This caught her attention as she slowly walked along the edge of the wall that kept her out of the room which her father was in, eavesdropping on the conversation he was having with three other people.

Due to her being exhausted it took a bit of time for her to register what she was looking at and listening too. After it had clicked in her head, her eyes had widened seeing one of the three men was her best friend Cyrus, and two unfamiliar people. After a few more minutes of eavesdropping on the conversation, she was shocked to hear that her father wasn't the man she thought he was, nor was her best friend. This put the final nail in the coffin for her, she had always believed that her Father was the symbol of her people and strength just to find out he was exactly what she had been trying to rid this world of. There were reports of some of her people going missing, people thought humans were hunting her kind down for the power their horns held but it turns out her father and best friend were kidnapping the weak ones in her tribe and sell them to humans.

After hearing this conversation her whole mentality changed as she slowly made a fist with her right hand as a small smirk appeared on her face as she rushed towards her room. She quickly opens the door to her room as she goes over the large glass case in her room that her father had installed to hold her weapon and armor. She quickly shattered the window of the case with a chair as she grabbed the armor and placed it on as fast as she could, she gripped Pleasure and Pain and attached it to her back. She looked at her reflection as the same smirk was still on her face as her mask quickly covered her face.

She looked over at the window as she quickly ran and jumped through the window as it shattered, She hit the ground with a large thud due to the weight of her and her armor, this caused nearby windows to shake. This sudden loud noise caught the attention of a young male in a nearby room who was working with her father, he then went outside to find out what had caused that sound. As he stepped out, he saw an armored tall figure standing there, he did not recognize this person at all which rose some concern in him. "Hey! Who are you!?" he yelled at the armored figure. As she heard this she slowly turned to look at him as she took off her golden mask revealing her golden eyes.

He recognized her instantly as he smiled as he was the male her father had found for her."Veronica!" he said walking towards her as he had his arms out to the side of him almost as if he was going to hug her. "By this time next month we will become a happy coup......" his words were suddenly cut off with a loud grunt of pain, as he slowly looked down, his face was instantly filled with fear. Pain was thrusted deep in his chest, as blood leaked from his mouth as he slowly looked up at her face, to his surprise her face had the most evil grin he had ever seen.

She quickly removed Pain from his chest as he slowly fell to his knees trying to cover his life-threatening wound with his hands. She quickly shoved Pleasure into the same wound before she roundhouse kicked him towards the wall as he grunted in pain causing more blood to spill out of his mouth. He slowly looked up as his vision was starting to blur as his life was slipping away rapidly. She still had that smirk on your face as he passed away. She slowly walked over to his lifeless body as she dragged her finger across Pain blade wiping some of his blood of it before licking it off, with the remaining blood she placed fingers on the wall behind him as she started to write something before leaving her family's home.

Eventually her father noticed the man hadn't come back after a while and decided to go looking for him, clearly upset at this. He eventually stumbled upon the shattered window that she had used to escape, he started to panic a bit as he ordered the rest of his pack to form a search party to find her. He quickly discovered the body of his son in law to be as that really didn't shock him as the thing that really shocked him was what was written in blood above him. It read "I'm going to be The Alpha like you 'Daddy'." as he could feel the spite directed at him as he scuffed and hit the wall out of anger.

As she continued to run away from her home she wanted to rid the world of all things that threaten justice and peace for her people , no matter what she had to do. Her goal right now was to become strong enough to cleanse the world of the biggest problem to her people, her father. In the back of her mind as she ran she wanted to cry as some tears fell from her eyes but she also had that sinister smile on her face as well, unknown to her father he would be the reason she had snapped.

#muse list #veronicacarmine

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darkmissionary · 3 years ago

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❝ You will not hear me say ‘I’m sorry’. ❞

Under different circumstances, Fray might have been pleased to see the other Elezen, but as it stood now- Being behind cold, rusty bars and having his wrists and neck bound in a stockade, the Duskwight wasn't exactly thrilled at the moment.

No doubt he would have looked handsome in some glossy portrait donning the wall at the apex of two grand marble staircases, the Azure Dragoon standing proud over a felled wyvern, brackish blood glistening upon his perfectly rendered armor. But there was always something off when confronted face to face with him- It was the way that Estinien stood, the way he sneered, cocked a solitary eyebrow in thinly veiled disdain that turned most socialites trying to gain his favor into sniveling cowards.

It was impressive, in a way, the manner in which Estinien took all the expectations and promised offers from the nobility and threw them all into the gutter like they were little more than the contents of a chamber pot. It was one of the things that Fray did honestly enjoy about his otherwise scathing personality. With all of the glowing fondness surrounding him- From his prowess in battle to appreciation of his fine features- One might assume he’d be the type to play the petty head-games preoccupying the members of the main houses.

"I do not recall asking for any dramatic emotional appeals, perhaps the only thing I had expected from you was exactly this kind of exchange. Now, if you're quite finished soaking in my destitute predicament like an insect inside the dewy maw of a carnivorous Lominsan flower, I have a bit of a full schedule ahead of me. Moldy hard tack and floggings, the usual," he explained with a casual air, having grown accustomed to the ire of the inquisitors.

It was said boredom that had lead to the creation of so many infamous methods of torture amongst them, so bereft of excitement that they found heresy in every corner and delighted in the slow, excruciating misery they inflicted upon the innocent accused.

#drachenblood #♞ THE HELLFIRE I CRAVE BLOOMING IN MY EYES [DUSKWIGHT]#♞ CAN'T YOU FEEL ME STEPPING ALL OVER YOUR SOUL [IC]#I figured he finally got caught for uh murdering people under the guise of a healer but he's not blaming Estinien for it #he's just not in the mood for the usual attitude he so enjoys normally #maybe this is before they let him go and just allow him to be a DRK since he's rooting out corruption #if you'd like me to change anything just give me a holler

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fierceweebadger · 5 years ago

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While The Band Played On (Moodboard Challenge Oneshot)

This is my one shot for the Moodboard Challenge. Thanks again for organising, @iamnottrisha and @outlanderlush!

The gorgeous and highly inspiring moodboard is by @yogini_koo! I just hope I have done it justice.

And thanks also to my betas Danielle, Saba, Britt & Katie. (Yes, I need four, don't judge me!) If this story is any good at all, it's because of you.

This is the first piece of writing I have ever shared publicly, so I hope you enjoy it. *runs & hides*

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The strains of a saxophone floated through the cool night air to where I waited in the rainswept alley behind the club. Waited for a man I wasn’t sure would come.

He was late.

Maybe he hadn’t found the note slipped discreetly in his pocket. Perhaps he thought the whole thing was a trap to be avoided. The death toll in the War on Booze was ever mounting, and Black Jack and his gang played the game more viciously than most; a Federal Agent couldn’t afford to be careless in times like these, or he’d soon find himself on the wrong end of a Tommy gun.

I lit another cigarette, foot tapping nervously on the wet pavement. While I normally eschewed smoking, it was a convenient excuse for my presence here, should I be missed. It was also a handy way to mark the passage of time; if he didn’t arrive by the time I finished this one, I would have to go back inside and think up another plan.

But one way or another, I was determined to escape.

My bruises were almost gone now — the last remnants of the black eye covered with an extra thick layer of foundation — and I swore they would be my last at the hands of Jonathan Randall. That monster might own my body, but my soul was still mine; a bit battered perhaps, hidden away deep down where no one could see, but whole for all that. And never accepting of the gilded cage in which I was currently trapped.

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10 days earlier

“That smart mouth is going to get you killed one of these days, my dear.”

Those words were the last thing I could recall upon waking in the hospital bed, feeling the starched white linen of the sheets, uncomfortable against my skin.

I hadn’t even seen the first blow coming; had been insensible for those which followed.

For every cloud, a silver lining.

Laying there in the quiet, dawn light peeking through the cracks in the blinds, I wondered how I had gotten here. It must have been one of the other girls, I decided upon reflection; Jack would never have sought out medical help, unwanted attention from the establishment being high on his list of things to avoid.

A soft rap on the door snapped me back to the present.

“Come in,” I managed to croak out, my throat raw and painful — the ghost of his hand around my neck lingering still.

I had expected a nurse or a doctor — or even an orderly bringing around some terrible hospital food — but the man who entered was clearly none of those things. He was tall, handsome, clad in a well-tailored suit, and held himself with a confident bearing. His hair was a distinctive shade of auburn and his eyes shockingly blue when they met mine, making me forget to breathe for a moment.

When he spoke, it was yet another surprise; his warm Scottish brogue wrapped around me like a blanket on a cold day.

“Morning, Mrs. Randall,” he greeted me with a slight nod of the head. “My name is James Fraser and I’m an agent with the Prohibition Bureau. Sorry for bothering ye sae early. How are ye feeling this morning, lass?”

His eyes and tone seemed to hold a genuine kindness and concern, but I didn’t trust so easily as I used to. I had learned the importance of caution and compartmentalisation over the last three years — a hard and painful lesson, that — and my slip of the previous evening was obviously still fresh in my mind.

“And what possible interest could the Prohibition Bureau have in me, sir?” I replied, doing my best to compose my face into something resembling a brick wall. “I’m just a woman who slipped and fell down the stairs.”

I had thought that might get a rise out of him, but he maintained his composure. He obviously didn’t think the situation humorous in the slightest.

“Yer name is Randall, ma’am. And ye canna live long with a name like that unless ye’re a canny bird. How might ye be related to Jonathan Randall, may I ask?”

I averted my gaze, trying to keep my voice steady and neutral. “He was my late husband’s cousin. Frank died in a car accident several years ago.”

“Ah. I see. I’m sorry for yer loss, Mrs. Randall.”

A faint “ yes, well, me too” was all I could manage in reply. I turned my head away, pretending to look out the window, though the blinds were still drawn.

Damn you, Frank, I thought, wiping an angry tear from my eye. This is all your bloody fault!

I hadn’t heard him approach the bed, so I was startled when a large hand enveloped mine, offering a quick squeeze of reassurance that sent shivers down my spine. It was the first time in a very long time that I had been touched by a man with kindness — not with cruelty or desire — and the realisation shook me to the core.

“Ye dinna have to be scairt of him, Claire. Let me help ye.”

Before I could even contemplate a response, the door suddenly opened and Jamie jerked his hand away as if scalded. A nurse bustled in, clipboard and blood-pressure cuff in her hands.

“Oh, so sorry to interrupt, but I need to do a few checks on Mrs Randall now. If you wouldn’t mind waiting outside for a few minutes, sir.”

“Aye, I’ll be back in a bit,” he said with a nod, quietly closing the door behind him.

My mind was racing. This could be it, my chance to get out from under Black Jack’s control. Had I finally found an ally who would help me? Someone who wasn’t as terrified of the boss and his goons as everyone else in New York seemed to be?

There was only one way to find out. It was risky but, looking down at the bruises that covered my arms, I found I suddenly didn’t care anymore.

I was going to get out or die trying.

But as I still strongly preferred the option of not dying, I needed to be smart about this. Jack would have someone watching the hospital. I had to get the agent out of my room as quickly as possible or they’d suspect I told him something. I needed to arrange a meeting of my own choosing; one when I wouldn’t be watched.

“Do you have anything to write with, by any chance?” I turned to ask the nurse, the outline of a plan quickly forming in my mind.

“Of course, ma’am,” she said, handing me a piece of blank paper off the chart and a yellow pencil with teeth marks on it. As she went about her work, I scrawled a short note.

The alley behind Dragoon’s

10 days from now

1130pm sharp

Come alone

Please

I quickly folded the paper into a tiny square, tucking it under a fold of my hospital gown.

#moodboard challenge oneshot #jamie and claire #outlander fanfic

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dragons-bones · 5 years ago

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4, 15, 20, 28, 33, 35, 41 for the domesticity meme? it's a lot i'm very sorry i just Hunger For Domesticity

Domesticity is Good And Wonderful, I don’t blame you a bit, Cyan. :P Also tagging @smira-asah-xiv and @tehjai who both asked for number #15.

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

Living arrangements were something that Synnove and Aymeric actively sat down and discussed very early on; they both had a very good sense that their relationship was It for them. Synnove was actually a little nervous about how the talk would go because she was very reluctant to sell her house; she’s owned the plot since about two or three years after the Calamity and had the house built to her specifications. It is very much her home. She loves Borel Manor, too, but she deeply loves La Noscea.

Aymeric, thankfully, was appalled at the very idea of her selling her own just to accommodate himself. Now, Ishgardian inheritance and property laws being the Byzantine headaches they are, he couldn’t sell the Manor even if he wanted to.

The compromise they hit upon was essentially splitting their time between homes. Their work being what it is, it’s easier for Synnove to still primarily live at the La Noscea house, and Aymeric at the Manor, but they will frequently come to stay with the other as time and work permits (and their friends/colleagues threaten them to take vacations). Synnove frequently shows up at the Manor during the semester to take a break from Guild nonsense or grade somewhere much quieter (while also sneaking in a cuddle or six), and Aymeric is absolutely blatant about using the La Noscea house as an escape during Parliament recesses so he isn’t ambushed at home by politicians.

15. What habits of the other drives them crazy?

The workaholism. Yes, they are incredibly aware of the hypocrisy of such, though their habits manifest in different ways: Aymeric of course hates how much Synnove mangles her sleep schedule (that he’s actually relieved when Scion business calls her away is awful, because it means she’s about to sleep like a normal person), and Synnove hates how Aymeric will get up in the middle of night to do work, or bring paperwork to bed with him.

In non-workaholic related annoyances:

Aymeric would not mind Synnove’s coffee addiction near as much if she would just use the same mug instead of constantly leaving them around the house and getting a fresh one for another cup. She is good about reusing her mugs when she’s reminded to do so, but she has to be reminded. (He is, perhaps, a little smug when she grumbles doing the evening round up of dishes and it takes her two or three trips to get all the used mugs into the kitchen to be washed.)

Synnove loves Aymeric’s voice, but he has a habit when it’s quiet enough to read his paperwork aloud, as the sound helps him concentrate. It’s not enough to be discernible, however; it’s a murmur, at best. Aymeric has no idea when he began doing it, but the lack of understandable words grates on Synnove’s nerves. Keeping the orchestrion on actually helps, since Aymeric only begins doing it during dead silence in the house, but Synnove will retreat to another room when Aymeric does paperwork and neither are in the mood to listen to music.

20. What do they watch on TV and do they fight for the remote?

(*dusts off Modern Eorzea AU ideas*)

They tend to enjoy a lot of documentaries: science (particularly fields Synnove doesn’t work with), nature, history, and certain niche interests. Cooking shows, mysteries, some comedies (they have a mutual fondness for Ul’dah 99), and historical dramas are also fun. Political dramas and a lot of action/sci-fi movies are off on the table as the former remind Aymeric too much of work and the latter Synnove frequently nitpicks for bad science. (She gives certain shows and movies a pass if they’re very blatant about Rule of Cool being the primary physical force at work.)

But there are two times of the year when the remote will be fought over: the spring and autumn months when the baseball and hockey seasons overlap. Synnove, math nerd that she is, is a huge baseball fan (and also plays on the faculty softball team at the University of Limsa Lominsa); Aymeric, as any good son of Coerthas, was born and raised playing hockey (and curling). Aymeric usually only cares about Ishgard Knights games (though Synnove can be wheedled into watching with him if they’re playing the Ala Mhigo Griffins, as the Limsa Lominsa Corsairs are, uh, kind of a joke), whereas Synnove is a devout fan of both the Limsa Lominsa Hammerheads and the Ala Mhigo Revolution. (The Ishgard Bishops are about the only Coerthan team worth a damn, but Aymeric still can’t bring himself to cheer for them after the Dragoons moved to Tailfeather.)

28. What kind of stuff can be found around their place?

Books of all kinds (science journals, political treatises, military history, fiction, cookbooks, etc.). Lots of loose leaf paper and quills (Aymeric) and chalk and graphite sticks (Synnove). Assorted mechanical contraptions Aymeric refuses to touch until Synnove confirms they aren’t explosive. The carbuncles’ toys (they are very good at putting them away at the end of the day, but please do watch your step when visiting at either home). Synnove’s goldsmithing tools and carbuncle-quality gems she cuts for the Guild. Coffee mugs. (”Synnove! Use the one in your hand for Halone’s sake!”) Feathers for fletching arrows and bottles of oil with rubbing rags for Naegling and Aymeric’s bow. A stack of grimoires wherein any of one of which could probably be used to beat someone to death (and one looks suspiciously dented already). A growing pile of unopened letters on the table next to the front door with the wax seals of various Ishgardian houses.

...I’m going to stop there because if I don’t we will be here all night.

33. How do they refer to the other in public? How do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, "dad and papa", "how’s your wife?“, etc)

Synnove and Aymeric will generally refer to one another as either “my beloved” or “my lover,” when speaking of the other; Aymeric will also refer to Synnove as “his lady.” The Ishgardian nobility will refer to Synnove as simply “the Warrior of Light” (with context making it obvious they mean Synnove specifically) for politeness’s sake; Count Edmont and the Temple Knights are the only ones who will refer to Synnove as “his lady.” The Squad will just flat out call Aymeric “her boyfriend,” even if Synnove herself thinks that terminology is too juvenile. Synnove’s co-workers at the Guild call him “her beau” or “that knight of yours.”

35. How often do they go on dates?

Not very; with how often they’re consumed by work, staying in tends to be their preferred way of spending time with one another. That being said, sometimes they both get antsy to do something; even if they’re in Ishgard when that happens, they’ll more than likely teleport to Limsa Lominsa, as it has a much livelier night life, and Lominsans are more likely to mind their own business when one of their resident Warriors of Life is meandering through the city with a handsome man on her arm.

Depending on their mood, dinner will be either at the Bismarck if they’d like something a little fancier to eat, the Drowning Wench if they’re more interested in good whiskey with their fish stew, or one of the myriad cafes for Ala Mhigan or Gridanian or Thavnairian. Afterwards, it would either be stay at the Wench to people watch and enjoy the open stage Baderon keeps for performance-minded adventurers to show off; head over to a free play or concert at the Aftcastle or Anchor Yard put on by one of the theater companies; or, if they really need the laugh, a show at one of the bawdy houses.

41. What would they do if the other was hurt?

Well, as we know on two separate occasions, when Aymeric gets hurt, Synnove gets angry. Usually at whomever hurt him, sometimes also at him if he was being “a fucking moron” about it. If it’s a combat situation, well, the enemy had better start running, because it is Dreadwyrm Protocols time.

(Raubahn is exceedingly grateful, after the first time he sees Synnove Greywolfe turn her ruby carbuncle into Demi-Bahamut during the Battle of Ala Mhigo, that she couldn’t do that during the Grand Melee.)

If it’s not a combat situation, however, Synnove is likely to fretting mother hen. Aymeric, too, though with less clucking and more soothing humming if it was something like a kitchen accident. (He is likely to be less sympathetic if it’s an injury related to an experiment, because Synnove is supposed to be smarter than that.)

For a combat-related injury, Aymeric is generally going to be less, ah, violent than Synnove and more deeply concerned, as Synnove is more than capable of holding her own in combat and has her three sisters-by-choice at her side. Most often, if her injuries are more related to aether shock and having to go all out in combat, he’ll assist in ensuring she drinks her aether syrup and recovers from depleting her aether reserves so thoroughly.

Of course, there was his reaction to hearing about Synnove’s injuries from the Battle of Rhalgr’s Reach. Lucia and Handeloup do not talk about it. Not even Rereha could get the details out of them; all she knows is that the two managed to get Aymeric to an empty salle, locked the door, and stood guard to make sure no one tried to get in, and that the repair bill was enormous.

(Big Fat Domesticity Meme for Aymeric & Synnove)

#to-the-voiceless #dt answers things #meme stuff #final fantasy xiv #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #aymeric x synnove #oc: synnove greywolfe #thank you for the ask! :D #see also: me desperately trying not to devolve into naming every team in eorzean major league baseball

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