#Writing comms

[minimuppetmisa]

hey, I hate making this post but uh. emergency comms are opening now.

I'm Misa as you know, I'm 13 aka a minor and my family and I got uh. Evicted from our apartment by a family member and we're currently living outside in one of my family members back yard.

We need money like. Really badly at the moment, we don't even have a place to rent currently so we're kinda fucked. So. Writing commissions are open.

I don't have a finished sample to link here but I'll post a wip I've been working on if anyone wants to see what my writings like! My partner is proof reading for me, so all writing will be proof read.

I'm open to write literally anything, any show, any character, yada yada. 1€ per word so 1,000 words would be 10 bucks. It costs extra for OCs, x reader, and research I have to put into it.

OCs cost 5 extra bucks

X reader is 5 if romantic, and 2 if platonic

Research depends on how much. If I have to watch the whole show, 10 dollars, if I just need to read a bit about some characters, 5.

My cashapp is Misadoescomms. Send me a dm/ask if you wanna know more, or if you wanna commission me! Anything can help.

[scp4palestine]

SCP for Palestine Writing Prompts are now OPEN!

For more information about SCP for Palestine, please click Here!

↓ More information in the undercut ↓

Howdy folks! Writing prompts have finally opened. They will work similarly to our art prompts, with two tiers:

All previous rules in our original info post applies, with additional caveats:

1. Writing created for this event cannot be posted to the SCP Wiki, either by the commissioner or author 2. Writing created for this event cannot be reposted by anyone else but the author

Other than that… Everything is basically the same! Thank you everyone so far who has donated!

SCP for Palestine - Writing Prompts Form

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[drh3nryj3kyll]

WRITING COMMISSIONS!!!

HEY YOU !!! YES YOU !!! Do you have fanfic ideas but don't want to write ? Would you like someone to write a short story, script, or essay for you ? Well you're in luck because I HAVE OPENED MY WRITING COMMISSIONS !!!

Please consider supporting a young writer ! I want to help my mum pay for my therapy and the annulment of her marriage !

I DO: Gore Romance Slice-of-life Fantasy X Reader / Fanfiction

I DON'T DO: Apocalyptic settings NSFW Poetry Lyrics

TOS: You are free to use the writing for all personal use. If you wish to use it for commercial use, you must pay a fee of an additional $5 or 200PHP. You have to credit me for my work too, whether personal or commercial use. Payment is via PayPal, Ko-Fi, or GCash

TAT: 1-4 weeks, I will alert you if it takes longer

PRICES 500 words - $5/₱200 1000 words - $10/₱500 or $10 Nitro 2000 words - $20/₱1000 3000 words - $25/₱1500 4000 words - $40/₱2000 5000 words - $45/₱2500 Thanks a lot if you decide to support me ! Also, check out my Ko-Fi <3

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[el-dritchknight]

Frustrated with the lack of fanfics in your rarepair’s Ao3 tag? Maybe your DnD session was discontinued, and your character never got the closure they deserved… Or do you just want to have your self-insert get smooches from your favorite pixel malewaifu? Look no further, ‘cause I’ve got you covered!

I’ve been a ghost-writer for a romance-based visual novels on mobile apps for nearly 3 years, and a creative writer for over a decade; and a tarot-reader for almost 6 years. Always happy to talk about OCs and hyperfixations! :3

Links

ao3 / writing tag

ko-fi

carrd + fandom list

[thwispsings]

hi guys! coming here once again to announce writing comms!

as i talked about on the other posts i had to get emergency surgery and my healthcare plan didn't cover the anesthesia (which wound up to 3,000 reais or around 500 dollars) and unfortunately that is not the kind of money that i just have in hand.

i have managed to surpass 50% of my ko-fi goal but it still isn't enough to quit the debt so here i am again advertising comms!

i am okay with writing both SFW and NSFW and i am mostly okay with some aspects of dead dove (please just ask!). i am not comfortable with writing rpf so i will refrain from it, i am comfortable with writing for most fandoms but if a bigger amount of research is needed for writing then there will be price adjustments.

my prices go as follows:

drabbles (from 500 - 1k words): $10

between 1k - 1.5k words: $15

between 1.5k - 2k words: $20

between 2k - 2.5k words: $25

between 2.5k - 3k words: $30

between 3k - 3.5k words: $35

between 3.5k - 4k words: $40

between 4k - 4.5k words: $45

between 4.5k - 5k words: $50

5k and above: goes from $50 upwards and subject to price adjustments based on the hourly wage in my country!

i have written mostly for one piece lately, but i have written for other fandoms (which i’ll tag too) and for ocs too, i also can do socmed fanfics -complete with twitter profiles and all-, if you want something written to you and your tastes please consider sending me a dm!

if you’re not familiar with my writing, here is my AO3!

ps: i also do tarot readings! prices are $15 for a three card pull and $40 for a full reading!

love and light to you all . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

[pollyannawog]

⭐️Polly’s writing commissions ⭐️

Hi there! I decided I’d just go ahead and make a writing comms post because well. I need the money. So if you want something written, especially a fanfic, read below!

About me

I am a 23 year old artist/biologist with a decent amount of literary classes under my belt due to my liberal arts education. You can find samples of my work on my ao3, with my more recent works being the highest quality. I love writing fanfiction, especially of the series I’ve already written for, but what I make for free would naturally be less polished than what I would write on request!

Pricing

My base rate is $1 USD/100 words, with a minimum word count of 1000 ($10 USD). As of now my policy is to pay half of the estimated price up front (more on that later), with the remainder paid upon completion of the work.

Commission rules and guidelines

Things I WILL write:

Angst

Fluff

Ships

Horror

Gore (Including character death and torture)

Mildly suggestive themes

Original fiction

Fanfiction

Things I will NOT write:

Smut

Ships between adult/minor, incest, or anything that doesn’t pass the vibe check (can be discussed if unsure)

Fandoms I am uncomfortable with/simply don’t know enough about*

Anything that promotes hate, bigotry, or otherwise problematic stances on groups of real life people and places

*If you would like me to write for a fandom I am not in, I may be willing to for an additional ‘research fee’, dependent on the story concept and complexity/length of the media of origin. That being said, here is a list of fandoms I am almost certainly willing to write for, and the ones I will NOT write for, period:

Will write:

Pokemon

Digimon**

Kirby

Fire Emblem**

Viva Piñata

Sonic the Hedgehog

MOTHER

Splatoon

Dungeon Meshi

Hunter X Hunter

Fullmetal Alchemist**

JJBA**

The Legend of Zelda**

Kid Icarus

**May not be knowledgeable about specific canons

If a specific fandom isn’t here, still feel free to ask if I’m willing/interested so long as it isn’t on the “will not write” list! That being said…

Will NOT write:

H*rry P*tter

H*talia

Att*ck on T*tan

F*af

S*uth P*rk

V*vziep*p shows

Like before, there may be other fandoms I’m uncomfortable with writing for, and I will let you know up front.

Strengths

While I am willing to write just about anything not on my exclusions list, I am most comfortable and well-versed with stories featuring themes of self-discovery, identity conflict, manipulation and control, speculative biology, and interpersonal conflict. Therefore, I am more likely to accept a commission with these themes as I am more confident I can deliver a satisfying product.

Those reading this page may already enjoy some of the works I have written in the past, including ones that I have stated could hypothetically have sequels at some point in time. If you are interested in paying for said sequel to be made, I may be willing to consider a slight discount on pricing given that I already have ideas (and in some cases early unfinished drafts) for said stories. In other words, if you want me to write a sequel to something, you can guarantee I will through commissioning!

Art

I often incorporate artwork into my fanfics, and for additional payment I can add art to your commission as well. My base price for these pieces depends on number and complexity, so it would be worked out on a case-by-case basis. Additionally, if you have artwork you made/commissioned from others that you want featured in your writing commission, please let me see and it will usually not be a problem or cost extra!

Terms and conditions

I reserve the right to decline or cancel a commission for any reason. In cases of cancellation (exception below) or if I am unable to finish a commission due to unforeseen circumstances, you will receive whatever I have already written and refunded the remainder if under half of the originally agreed upon length. If unfinished work is greater than the original payment, you will not be charged extra.

You may request that I not post the finished work publicly, in which case it will only be given to you as a pdf or word doc. However, I may use snippets of the finished product for advertising purposes later, but never the full thing. If this is a concern for you, we can discuss more in detail. I also reserve the right to not post a completed work to my socials, in which case you may do so but only under the condition that you keep my involvement anonymous (I don’t foresee this being an issue, but it is better safe than sorry.) In the case that the work is published to ao3, I request no mention be made on site about the work being paid for/commissioned, as site policy has rules against this!

I often ask friends if they will beta my work, and as such if you are adamant that the commission remains strictly between us that may incur additional cost depending on complexity. This is not, however, a guarantee that anything I write will have a beta reader. Upon delivery of the final payment, you will receive my final draft and may put together a request of minor edits and changes to be made that must not exceed an additional ~2 hours worth of work.

If the final product is +/- 1k words from the original agreed-upon estimate, you will not be charged or refunded for the difference. Anything under or over this amount will be refunded to you in full or will be added to your final payment amount. I will communicate to the best of my ability as soon as possible if it seems that the story will be shorter or longer than originally anticipated (though it will likely trend towards longer) and we can decide how to proceed from there. In some cases, additional payment or the removal of desired plot points and themes may be necessary as I prefer not to deliver a sub-standard work.

Do not use any of my works for training ai language models. If I find out you have any involvement in creating ai tools using stolen or scraped artwork, that is grounds for immediate cancellation of your commission without delivery of the unfinished product and without refund. I do not take that kind of thing lightly.

By requesting a commission, you agree to be held to these terms. Thank you.

Timeline

The timeframe of delivery of the finished project ideally would be ~1 week for works 1-5k in length, 1-2 for 5-15k, 2-3 for 15-30k, and so on. These are estimations, however, and depending on other factors may be completed more or less quickly. Progress reports come in the form of chapter snippets and synopses, in which case after the completion of a chapter I will send you a few paragraphs and a summary of events. You may make requests and adjustments, with the knowledge that time spent revising increases the time before the piece can be completed.

Depending on the length and complexity of the commission, I may close down additional commissions until completion. Additionally, I may close commissions if time is limited. Chapter length and number is up to you, with the acknowledgement that longer chapters mean fewer updates. Chapters must also be a minimum of 1500 words, so commissions under 3000 words will be written as one shots.

Contact and payment

Please DM me here on tumblr to discuss any potential commissions, and payment will be made through PayPal. No writing will be done before initial payment is received, and full refunds will only be available in the first 24 hours after payment is made.

Thank you for reading! I hope to work with you soon!!

~Polly

[ntls-24722]

Hello dear friends!

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All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support you are giving to help Palestinian families stay safe and alive. ✌✌

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We collect such donations to provide the minimum basic needs of life and help find safety and peace for young children who do not deserve to live in such horrific situations. Thanks to your contribution, my family is slowly approaching 1/2 of the way to reach the goal. Every form of your help makes a difference to the free people who have been struggling and paying so much for almost 305 hard days

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Please continue to support the most just cause in the world either by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over.

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HELP MOHAMMAD AND HIS FAMILY OUT OF GAZA

vetted by 90-ghost

Mohammad has 5 children in Gaza with him, with no source of income or enough food for all of them. He has already lost his mother to the conflict due to the lack of medical supplies - please do not let this family be next!

€14,335/€35,000

My computer and tablet are back in my hands, if you send me a screenshot of your donation I'll give you art for it. If you're not a fan of my artstyle, or you want writing commissions, check out this directory of talented artists.

[acemarkey]

COMMISSIONS OPEN ᯓᡣ𐭩

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- Art (ranging from $1-10+) ᯓ★

- Writing (ranging from $5-15) ᯓ★

- Voice Acting (pick your price) ᯓ★

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> Prices in USD. ᝰ.ᐟ

> Payments accepted through Cashapp or Paypal. (Cashapp preferred.) ᝰ.ᐟ

> Pay upfront for art/writing, after for voice acting. ᝰ.ᐟ

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> Further information, limitations, examples, etc. here. ── .✦

[nefiliver]

‼️ EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS‼️

there's an emergency that happened and I am in need of immediate money, I don't know where else to come since I already asked others that I know of but the money was still not enough.

1k words — $10

2k words — $15

I am an adult and I will write anything. (nsfw and sfw and any genres and also dark content) no refunds!

example of my work:

A male sat atop a throne, his face looked like a perfectly sculpted marble statue, his face structure was the type of face that would incur the envious wrath of gods and goddesses in mythology. 

You could not spot a single blemish or flaw on his face that it almost seemed as if he wasn't real, not even a single hair of his  jet black locks was out of place. The long black robes under the longer golden cloak flowing down his body that pooled around his feet, complimented the colour of his dark brown eyes. Those eyes looked as if it could pierce anyone with one gaze and make them tremble with fear, cowering away from him.

But there was a hint of worry swirling deep inside those sharp eyes, it seems off to see such an intimidating person hold a caring emotion.

The cause of his growing worry was his sister who had been going out of the royal grounds without leaving a note of her whereabouts or letting her countless servants know where she's headed to.

Akio was starting to feel restless, from fear that was rooted from the countless thoughts of situations that could endanger her dear sister's safety. It was making him anxious to the point that he could no longer properly do his duties without getting agitated.

'what have you been up to, my sister?'  

His brows furrowed as his dark brown orbs glowed with concern when he heard one of Akira's maids delivering the news of her sneaking out of her estate again to go off to somewhere unknown to him.

"Do tell me, Do you have any Idea where she could be sneaking off to?"

He asked a question yet the trembling maid knew it was an order, his voice was low and threatening, it was as if a Lion was about to maul the poor maid and she couldn't help the way her voice trembles from fear as she tries to avoid the prince's gaze.

"N-no, My prince."

His hands clenched around the armrest of the throne, trying to ease the feeling of annoyance that was rapidly building up inside him upon hearing the same exact answer he had heard weeks ago, was his sister's servants really that incompetent to not know the answer to his simple question and do a simple task that he had given them from weeks prior? 

It was making his blood boil, remembering where he is and how his sister would react to him being aggressive, he tried to calm his nerves by taking a deep breath as his chest heaves in and out.

"You may go now."

The maid bowed her head as she quickly scurried out of the suffocating walls of the prince's throne room, the prince's presence was so intimidating that it felt like the maid was getting judged right in front of god.

"Utterly useless, are any of you even competent enough to be near my sister?"

His voice wasn't raised but it dripped with such venom that all the people present inside the room felt themselves sweat and tremble from fear of what he'll do to them

The prince was known to execute those who he deemed worthless even if the reason was childish, most of those people were the ones who the prince deemed unuseful to the princess have been executed in many creative painful ways.

"It seems like I have to do everything on my own, again."

Akio massaged his forehead, trying to ease the incoming headache caused by these fools. Why is everyone around his sister so utterly useless? Does he need to keep his sister inside his estate so that his own guards could watch over her and she wouldn't be able to cause any harm to herself anymore? no, that would cause rumours to arise and it would tarnish his already unsavoury reputation.

'I guess I'll have to see what my sister has been up to for these past few weeks.’

and with that, Akio made up his mind to follow his sister to find out about who she could be sneaking out for.

Akio held out his hand and his right-hand man's bowed head perked up at his action as he gestured for him to come near him, 

"Luca, deliver a letter to everyone who has a meeting with me tomorrow, tell them that I am feeling unwell and I am unable to see them."

He ordered  and seeing the quizzical look on the other man's face who looked as if he was about to say something but was interrupted by Akio raising his hand in front of his face

"Do not ask questions and immediately do what I said, or would you rather see yourself locked in the Cold Estate?"

It was as if Akio's dark brown eyes were glowering down at him and Luca knew that he could not trust his voice to not waver under the pressure of his master's terrifying presence, Luca opted to nod his head at Akio's words as he bows his head and politely leaves the room.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ 

It was the next day, and Akira couldn't be more excited to see her dear friend again.

"Mayne, could you please fetch me something freshly cooked on the Royal Kitchen?" 

The princess sat on a rather expensive looking stool as she combs through her beautiful rich chestnut brown hair that was flowing in loose waves, perfectly framing her face.

"Going to sneak out again, princess?"

The maid who was currently tidying up the princess's room looked back at her master who was unsurprisingly already looking at her through the mirror, she could see the way Akira's cheeks turn into a pout as she tries to defend herself

"It's not like that.. Geez, you make it sound as if I was off to meet some random dangerous person that I met."

"Well, Isn't that the case?"

"Wha- Not at all! The person I always meet is the kindest person you'll ever know! She's so nice that I sometimes get guilty for leaving her alone every time I visit her.."

The princess's entire demeanour quickly dropped as she sulked at that thought, Akira often leaves the female alone at the shop even if she was the one who always distract her from her work with her chatter.

"Oh, pardon me then for misunderstanding, the prince makes it seem as if it were a big deal."

"The prince..? wait! you mean brother?!"

Seeing Mayne nod her head at the princess's words was enough to send Akira to a series of panic, her brother is probably freaking out! if he found out already, he won't allow her to get out of the castle anymore and she barely ever leaves the castle even before meeting y/n.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚

The street was bustling with life, you could hear the countless yelling  of vendors trying to attract customers, the crowd's chatter and the sounds of carriages thumping on the ground could be heard the most and the nosy environment wa adding to Akio's irritation but he have to endure it, for his sister.

His eyes scanned around the area, trying to pin-point where his sister could be.

[scp4palestine]

Meet our writers! ✨

Welcome to the team! ✨

- @fly-purgatorio

- @Nykacolauantum2

-@Queerious

[mothballmilkshake]

Interest Check

Somebody asked me recently if I would ever consider writing for commission, and to be honest, it's not something I ever thought would be possible! The idea is simultaneously interesting and terrifying, so I figured I'd post here and see your thoughts. Is this something you, as a reader, would be willing to pay for?

Naturally there are certain things I would not be able to write, or want to, so everything would be discussed beforehand - but I am curious.

Any thoughts below are welcome~

[nc-vb]

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬!

Hello, everyone!!

What with the holiday seasons soon to be rolling around, I've decided to offer up my services! For the time being, I have 7 spots available! Commissions won't reopen until they've been completed.

Your support will go to a great cause! Uh, that is, to me! For legal and reputation reasons, this is a joke...

Please see the information provided below! For any questions, please DM me or send me an ask! For examples of my work, please view my Masterlist. Any and all support toward this post is highly appreciated!

PLEASE READ BELOW THE CUT FOR MORE EXTENSIVE DETAILS!!!!!!!!

UNAVAILABLE FOR SERVICES BETWEEN DEC. 14 - JAN. 10TH thank you for understanding.

WILL WRITE

Rarepairs, Canon x Reader, Canon x OC, Canon x Self-Insert, Canon x Canon

SFW & NSFW content

I reserve the right to ask for proof of age for the commissioning of NSFW content.

Accepted NSFW Content: yandere, dubcon/consensual-non-consent/noncon (limited), stepcest, a/b/o, monsterfucking, ovipos (please inquire for other content limits that are not listed here or below).

Accepted Series: Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, Naruto, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Chainsaw Man, One Piece.

For yandere requests, please see and adhere to this document before requesting.

WON'T WRITE

Portrayals of abuse

Pedophilia

Scat

Vore/gore

Explicit incest

Others (please inquire before commissioning)

PRICING

500 words $8.00

1,000 words $12.00

1,500 words $20.00

2,500 words $32.00

5,000 words $63.00

10,000+ words TBD

Subsequent words may be added for an additional $2.00 per 100 words. This does not include the 500, 1,000, and 10,000+ word levels. If you request 1,500 words but would like to add an extra 200 words, then your total payment will equal $24.00.

Pricing for the 10,000+ word option is dependent upon the details of the commission. The more details/inclusions, the higher the fee. Base rate begins at $130.00. The 10,000+ word option does not have a word cap, nor the additional $2.00 per 100 extra word rule, and abides only by the details/inclusions rule.

If I happen to write over the commissioned word level of my own accord, you will not be charged for the overwrite.

PAYMENT & OTHER DETAILS

I accept payment through Ko-fi and PayPal only.

Payment should be made once the commission details have been sent, discussed, and accepted.

For OC and self-insert commissions, please send as many details as possible, including images, descriptors, outfits, character lore, personalities, etcetera.

Commissions are queued, and upon receipt of payment, you will receive a queue number!

Commissions will be delivered based on the length of the fic. Ones averaging 3,000 words will be delivered within 2-3 weeks, while anything 4,000 and above may take upwards of that.

If at any point before the return of your commission that you wish for a refund, please let me know as soon as you possibly can.

Your originally requested commission will be sent to you in a private document. Under modification, your commission may be transformed into an "x reader" story (if applicable). Should you wish to not be tagged in the post, please inform me.

NOTES & DISCLAIMERS

I do not consent for any of my work to be used in conjunction with AI devices, programs, applications, etcetera, nor do I use AI technology for my own work.

I do not consent to the restructuring, translating, or other inappropriate use of my own work.

Please inquire for translating purposes, or notice of plagiarism or reposting.

[el-dritchknight]

Stuck With You [f!Builder x masc!Builder]

Fandom: My Time At Sandrock (Video Game)

Characters | Ships: Original Female Character/Original Nonbinary+Male Character (My Time At Sandrock)

Summary:

Being trapped in a closet with Emerald Batumbakal of all people was not on Isadora Reyes’s to-do list. Finding out that he thought she was cute? Completely off the commission board. Wondering what their lips would feel like against Isa’s own? If that thought had crossed her mind a few times, it was only because Isadora figured she’d be a better kisser than Emerald. Maybe. Probably.

Notes: borrowing @owltio's builder, isadora reyes for a silly, romcom one-sided rivals to lovers trope <3 art is also by them HAHAHAHHA requests be open on ko-fi~

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“This is all your fault, Emerald,” Isadora fumed. Normally, she would point a finger at her fated rival’s annoying ly pretty face, but because her arm was squished against their chest, all Isa could manage was a half-hearted poke at their (surprisingly firm) pectorals. Under the blessed cover of darkness, heat surged through Isadora’s cheeks. 

“Isa, I know you’re just lashing out because of the stress,” Emerald said, disgustingly empathetic and hopefully unaware that his warm breath brushing against Isadora’s ear made her shiver. “But we’ll get out of here. Sooner or later, they’ll notice we’re gone and come looking for us.”

“...Are you really putting our hopes of survival on Slack ?”

read the rest on ao3

[marbleknight]

returning from the void to say: i'm doing writing comms! i'm trying to save up money to move out so if you remember my Famous marbleknight fics... u can get one of your own! i have a carrd for it :P https://rezonanze.carrd.co/

[ladyramora]

In the shadow of your heart, part 2

[First part]

Written for @/natus_Vincer

Natus belongs to @natus-vincer

↓↓↓ Spoilers for Shadowbringers under the cut↓↓↓

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: Natus Vincer/Elidibus

Additional tags & NSFW Warnings:

Named Warrior of Light, Angst and Feels, Enemies and Lovers, Established Relationship, Explicit Sex, Blood and Violence, Hand Jobs, Scratching, Spit As Lube, Actual Lube, Sounding, Aether, Aetherical Sounding, Anal Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Light Aether Corruption, One Brings Darkness One Brings Light, Sexual Healing, Urethral Play, Wet & Messy, Wet Wet Wet!, Sex While Sick, Size Difference, Come Eating, Snark, Did I Mention Angst?

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Elidibus did not come even as that next windsday rolled around. He did not come the windsday after that, or the next.

Natus felt a fool, waiting around for someone who was sure not to come.

During the day, he kept busy. Sometimes even into the night. There was plenty to do on the First, plenty of people who needed his help. But when he returned to the Crystarium, his room in the Pendants felt emptier.

The person he was waiting for would never be one to knock on his door.

Of course, occasionally Ardbert was there. Or some of his companions visited. It… It simply was not the same.

Natus is away from the Crystarium for some time. Even when he must return to see the Exarch in the Ocular, he uses the aetheryte to teleport to other places where he found safety and comfort, places where he may rest.

Until today, that is.

Natus knew he was in a bad way if Y’shtola, of all people, suggested he take a rest.

Though even he had to admit he was feeling more than a little under the weather. The last lightwarden had done a number on him by tipping him over some sort of acceptable amount for his body at one time and suffusing him with enough light that the hero felt out of balance.

Through sheer stubbornness he had been able to shrug off his steadily worsening condition, working tirelessly as always, defeating countless sin eaters. Continuing on as a hero should was not always the easiest of tasks.

It was especially hard with how lethargic he was feeling, every step more leaden than the last. His wounds took longer to heal even with the benefits of healing magic.

Natus was bone tired, still suffering bruises all over, and on top of it all he was wracked with a fever.

When Y’shtola suggests he rest, instead of his usual bravado and heroic stubbornness, Natus gladly goes to lay down.

….

The room was dark and cool, what would normally be a balm to his tired eyes and overexerted body.

It was no comfort to Natus, who tossed and turned, burning with fever and suffering bone deep body aches that had him curling in on himself with pain.

Eventually he succumbs to exhaustion, sinking into the blessed, welcoming dark of oblivion.

…..

….

…

In the darkness of Natus' room, hours pass by, and moonlight soon slips in through the cracks of his window.

A familiar figure stands in shadow, still and quiet as the very darkness he used as a shroud.

Yet in his white robe and red mask, he shines brightest under the pale gleam of the silvery moon than aught else in the shadows of the hero's room within the pendants.

He makes not a sound, not even the click of his boots over the tile, as he moves further into the room. He casts no shadow as he crosses through the beam of moonlight that spills over Natus' bed.

His attention had been caught by a change in the furnishings. The large table he had sat upon last time had been removed from the room, in its usual spot a smaller, square one. The decorative purple and gold carpet had been replaced with something less ornate, simple. More befitting the hero who was not one for lavish displays.

His lip tugs ever so slightly upward.

The stools, too, had been replaced by chairs with backs.

Yet it is not any of the swapped out furniture that held his attention.

It is the large, gleaming instrument in the corner. It evokes a feeling of murky familiarity, a foggy sense of nostalgia for memories he had long since forgotten.

He only knows that it is something connected to the past, something connected to the person he once was.

This was no doubt the doing of Emet Selch’s influence upon this star, who had a long-standing habit of amusing himself by indulging in his own sentiment.

The mere sight of the instrument should not stir him so, not give rise to feelings that have no meaning without the memories attached to them.

Why did this instrument feel so different from all the rest?

The piano he had altered on a whim in that inn room back in Ishgard felt far away now. That moment of passion between enemies. It was but a blink to a being such as he who could live for an age; who had lived for a very long time by mortal standards, but time spent in the company of the man sleeping on the bed but a few fulms away had always felt different, from the very first time they had met.

Elidibus reaches out a hand to touch the grand piano, tracing the delicate patterns carved into the wood. He lifts the fallboard, unable to deny his impulse to test the keys.

He is careful, using the backs of his claws to press down on the ivory key so as not to scratch them.

A high note breaks the stillness of the air, then another, then a layering of sound. Several notes follow behind it, and Elidibus stares down at his hands as if they are not his as he finds the keys as if by heart. What was this music? How did he know it? Why did it tug and twist at his heart so?

…..

Natus stirs from his sleep, bleary and feverish, as the first notes of music vibrate through his horns.

“Emet Selch?” He rasps out, his eyelids too heavy to open his eyes.

The music comes to a stop, an abrupt halt of inelegant sound.

Natus winces, his head pounding.

“Sounded nice til that last bit,” he croaks out, wishing he had thought to pour himself some water before laying down. He felt like he could drink a whole barrel of water, he was so damned parched right now.

His visitor is strangely silent, lacking the usual bite of Emet Selch's snark. It was unusual. The man always had something to say, no matter if his opinion was wanted or not.

“Could you at least pour me some water from the pitcher on the table before you go?” He asks, ninety percent expecting to be mocked by his ascian companion.

He is met with more quiet, and suspects his nighttime visitor had left without a word, but after a few moments he does hear the sound of water being poured.

“Thanks,” he coughs, hardly able to get the word out.

The air shifts as he feels a presence come to hover over his bed.

With some effort, he peels his eyes open. Shocked at who he finds standing over him.

“I must be dreaming,” he mutters, the hazy image of his enemy and lover seems like what must surely be a fever dream. “Must've been thinking of you before I passed out.”

Yes, that must surely be it.

This was quite the vivid dream, if that were the case. The ticklish sensation of that long, pale hair on his bare, sweaty skin as Elidibus leans over him feels far too real. Like cool silk on his feverish skin. It makes Natus shiver.

“Maybe you're here to kill me,” he chokes around the lump in his throat, his mouth impossibly dry. Though it hurts to do so with his throat feeling like he'd gargled glass, he chuckles with dark humor. “With how I'm feeling right now, it'd be a mercy.”

It was a struggle to keep his eyes open with eyelids so heavy, but he worried that the vision of Elidibus will disappear, just like the real one did.

He had no such delusions that this version of Elidibus he had dreamed up would be kinder to him. That would be out of character.

Of course Natus had his fair share of outrageous, fantastical dreams. Consider the life he lived, the things he had been through were—as an old friend might say—the stuff of ballads.

Any dream with Elidibus in it always seemed to be wholly authentic, at least for the most part. Natus had ingrained the man so deeply in his own psyche that any such abnormalities in his dreams were enough to put the hero off, and often pull him right out of the realm of sleep.

He is not expecting Elidibus to press close with the water in hand, lifting his heavy head as he rests the glass against his lips.

Natus opens his mouth, swallowing the water as it trickles slowly over his tongue. He wants nothing more than to guzzle it down in greedy gulps, but barely raises his arm to take the glass when Elidibus swats his hand back down to the bed.

Mulish, he sucks harder at the rim of the glass. Wanting more.

Natus chokes as the water goes down the wrong way, turning his head to hack into his own shoulder and clear his lungs. His eyes water, tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.

“You never can pace yourself,” Elidibus remarks, speaking for the first time as he wipes at the corner of Natus' mouth with his clawed thumb.

“Where's the fun in that?” Natus asks, coughing a few more times.

Elidibus shakes his head and waits for him to calm down before offering the glass again, forcing the hero to pace himself by squeezing the back of his neck. Pulling his focus on the prick of those claws over the dark pattern of scales that trail down from his hairline. It sends a shiver down his spine like an electric spark of levin. His tail wriggles under the sheets, restless with the energizing effect of his lover's presence.

Natus doesn't choke again. He doesn't breathe. He is too aware of Elidibus' presence. The occasional prick of his claws on his sensitive skin had him holding his breath without being aware of it.

Air doesn't fill his burning lungs again until Elidibus pulls back to set the glass aside.

“Thanks,” Natus says, sucking in a breath.

It whooshes right out of him again as Elidibus rests his knee on the mattress and swings his leg up, straddling his hips and sending Natus flopping back into the mattress.

He feels suddenly heavy, weighed down. The brush of heavy aether over his own, scrutinizing the state he was in.

Natus bares his teeth in a grin, suddenly quite aware of how vulnerable he was in this moment. “Didn’t think this would turn out to be a sex dream,” he says, putting forth confidence and a fair bit of flirtation to cover up his now racing heart and the sudden cold sweat that washes over him. “Not that I'm complaining.”

He feels nervous at the cold smile that curls Elidibus’ lips, that red mask leering down at him seems all the more dangerous cast in ghoulish shadows by the light of the moon.

“Perhaps I mean to distract you,” Elidibus says softly, conversationally. Wiggling the soft, supple curve of his backside over Natus' lap. His robe bunches at his hips, riding up over his thighs. Flashing pale, smooth skin.

Natus’ belly does a flip, his hands grasping the sheets in a flood of heat as he realizes that Elidibus was not wearing trousers under the fall of his pristine white robe.

That sweet little bottom of his was completely bare, rubbing against Natus through the thin barrier of his sheet and the only thing that Natus was wearing underneath: a tiny scrap of cloth that could barely be classified as small clothes.

The rest of his adventuring attire had been strewn haphazardly across the floor, just moments before Natus had flopped face first into bed, exhausted.

His hypothesis about the ascian using magic to get dressed had already been proven. He had not thought it was just as seamless when disrobing. How out of it was he? Natus hadn't even felt the flare of his aether.

“Color me distracted,” Natus chokes out, squirming beneath his small lover as his cock fills with blood so swiftly that it makes him dizzy. Or dizzier, rather, because the room had been spinning since Elidibus pushed him down.

It was a strange cocktail of feelings to be at the same time nauseated by vertigo and so incredibly hard that he could feel the pulse of his heart in his cock. He was twitching like crazy under the weight of the ascian in his lap, already dampening the fabric of his smalls with pre cum.

Gods, he was so easy.

“You are too easy,” Elidibus remarks, an exact echo of his own thoughts.

His clawed gloves skim upwards from Natus' hips to the slenderer curve of his waist, squeezing firm as he ground himself down into the large, prominent bulge of Natus' cock.

Natus shivers at the razor edge of those claws, still on edge even as his hormones shifted into overdrive. His reasoning skills were not yet dampened.

His stomach twists up in knots with fearful anxiety even as his cock happily throbbed with lust and his balls grew heavy in agreement.

This was hot as the seven hells, no doubt about that, but it was also equally terrifying. There was no telling what Elidibus would do. When last they had parted, the Emissary had drawn a line by declaring them enemies. Had he changed his mind or was he just toying with Natus? Waiting until his guard was down to gut him, or strangle him, or…!

Natus lets out a strangled moan as Elidibus digs his claws into his side, the tingle of his aether brushing over him followed by a rush of a cold breeze. When he looks down, his cock is bobbing in the open air, the sheet that had been covering him and his small clothes just… gone. Vanished.

Did he not have a tell when using his powers? Natus knew Emet Selch had a flair for the dramatic, but was the snapping really that unnecessary. It seemed like Elidibus simply willed things to happen without needing to snap his fingers or make any other gestures to do so.

Natus’ hips jolt, a gasp tearing from his throat as Elidibus wraps his gloved hand around him.

The feverish hero grips the bedding beneath him, too tired and weak to do aught but squirm beneath his enemy as Elidibus drags his glove over him. From just under the tip down, down, down to the base.

He could feel the textured stitching of the glove where it stretched across his palm, yet the well worn leather was buttery and smooth as it slid over him.

Natus openly moans, his head tilting back with pleasure, but unable to tear his eyes away from that face, that red red mask, and the piercing aquamarine eyes that glowed behind it in the gloom of the darkness off his room.

And of course, that wicked clawed hand that moved over him.

That glove felt so good, so cool on the heat of his feverish skin—but he was so sensitive right now that the texture of the stitching would quickly chafe him without some sort of lubricant to slick the way.

The slightest graze of those golden claws felt ticklish, undeniably stimulating, but made Natus incredibly nervous for the damage that could potentially be done to his most sensitive parts with ease.

Natus exerts a good deal of his limited energy just doing his best to hold still, his whole body straining with the effort, sweat beading on his brow. Even the slightest twitch could spell misfortune for him.

Aught that seemed to amuse his lover, judging by the ghost of a smile that curves the corner of his mouth.

Natus swallows, knowing that smile never meant anything good for him.

As expected, Elidibus tortures him more with wicked relish. His hand moves faster, working him over without mercy.

Natus whimpers, fearing he may tear his bedding with how hard he was gripping the fitted sheet. It was shocking that he had yet to pull it off the bed entirely. That must be some high quality elastic to hold up against his heroic strength.

Had the Exarch truly thought of everything? Natus shook that thought right out of his head as soon as he thought it. No, he hoped the Exarch wasn't thinking such things. Or that he wasn't watching him through the Ocular, right this very moment. That had been particularly disconcerting to learn. That the Exarch could watch him from the privacy of the Ocular, wherever Natus was on the first.

There was Ardbert, too.

Natus could only be glad that his friendly spectre hadn't decided to pop in while Natus was sleeping. And hope that the ghostly hero wouldn't show up while Natus was in the midst of sleeping with the enemy.

Oh, gods, what about Emet Selch?

Natus squeezes his eyes shut, head shaking. Inwardly pleading with whatever gods that may be watching to not allow any such spying or peeping from any of the men he had become acquainted with on the First.

He could spare no more thoughts for the mysterious leader of the Crystarium, his ghostly roommate, or the ascian who claimed to be cooperating with himself and the Scions; because Elidibus gives him a too-firm squeeze, pulling his focus back into the moment by the Emissary's hold on his cock.

“Ah! Please,” Natus groans and begs.

His enemy strokes only him harder, obviously discontent that the xaela had allowed his thoughts to drift from their activities for even a moment.

“Pay attention,” Elidibus says softly, commanding with his voice alone. “Lest you desire I leave you here in this pitiful state.”

Natus lets out an undignified, fearful sound as the ascian cups his balls in his palm, ticking the delicate skin there with the razor pinprick of his claws as he rolls them in his fingers.

“Ok, ok,” Natus nods. What else could he do? Elidibus quite literally had him by the balls. “Whatever you say!”

Elidibus fondles him there a moment longer, perhaps in warning, before once again gripping the hero's cock in his gloved hand and returning to the task of torturing him by a slow, dry tugging.

“Nng,” Natus grinds his teeth. “Too dry.”

Elidibus gives a low scoff. “Is that so? It seems to me that you leaked a good bit just now,” he swipes his fingers over the crown of the xaela's cock where a thick line of precum had drooled from the tip.

“Is the threat of danger something that you find arousing?”

Natus has nothing to say for himself there, so he just gives a noncommittal grunt in his throat. Elidibus surely knew the answer to that by now, anyway.

Elidibus’ lip curves at the corner, a soft exhale through his nose. Natus could pretend for a moment that it was fond exasperation.

“Open your mouth,” Elidibus tells him, cupping his palm over the tip of Natus' cock and smearing wetness across the leather of his glove with flicks of his wrist.

Natus is a bit slow to react. Sparks shooting up his spine with pleasure would do that, as every flick of Elidibus’ wrist makes him feel like he would melt, or explode with pleasure.

It was strange. He had felt almost… numb to sensation before he had fallen asleep, but Elidibus' every touch made him feel incredibly alive.

Natus lets his jaw relax, parting his lips.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Natus stretches his tongue out, letting it rest there over his bottom lip. He opens his mouth wide as he breathes in and out, panting like a wild animal.

Normally, he might have teased Elidibus about wanting to see his tongue. About how much use he got out of it. About how it was surely one of his favorite appendages belonging to the xaela, but Natus barely had the energy to spare to think, let alone speak.

Though Elidibus' every touch made him tremble, made him react like a pleasurable spark of levin, Natus was too tired and out of his mind with fever to do much of anything but lay here and feel. To let Elidibus do whatever he wanted.

He was only fortunate that Elidibus wasn't feeling particularly murderous today, he supposed. That his enemy turned lover turned enemy—turned lover again?—was feeling generous, or perhaps some form of pity for the pathetic state that Natus was currently in.

“You always liked my tongue,” is all he can manage as far as cheeky flirtation, barely decipherable with his tongue hanging out. “Give us a kiss.”

Wow, inspired. Elidibus would surely swoon at his wit.

For his part, Elidibus does not swoon or come close enough to suck his tongue that was so willingly offered.

Instead the Emissary squeezes his cock head, scraping his sensitive flesh with his claws. Pleasure and pain melding together.

Natus gives a very manly squeak, taking it for the warning that it is and says no more on that train of thought.

Elidibus makes a quiet sound at that, but Natus chalks it up to feverish delusion, because when had been the last time he had heard Elidibus laugh? It had been a long time, not since the early days of their relationship. Before the end of Lahabrea.

“You wag it often enough,” Elidibus says, obviously speaking of his tongue as the ascian leans forward, his hand lifting from Natus' cock. “How am I expected to take it… except as an offering?”

Natus shivers as Elidibus rubs his fingertips over the softness of his tongue. Making him taste the heady salt of his own flavor as Elidibus slips the fingers that had just been curled around his cock into his mouth.

“Use your tongue,” Elidibus says in that calm, velvety voice of his. Pressing down with his fingers. “You enjoy this, do you not?”

Natus moans around the fingers in his mouth, his tongue squirming under the weight of them. His top teeth press uncomfortably into the connecting metal that curves over the tops of Elidibus’ glove, very aware of the cold metal of those claws that extended past his tongue into his throat.

Natus hadn't thought that one glass of water would be enough to wet his whistle, but he certainly had enough in him to drool all over the man's fingers. Apparently even a glass of water, if it were hand fed by Elidibus, was superior.

Natus breaths in quick little breaths through his open mouth, trying not to gag as Elidibus pushes his fingers deeper into his mouth. It was less about his pride as a well experienced man, and more about not slicing his throat open on those wicked sharp claws.

The hero extends his tongue out as far as it could go, lapping at the salty mess coating the palm of Elidibus’ glove.

“So obedient,” Elidibus murmurs.

Natus would bite him if he wasn't afraid that might result in getting his throat shredded.

“That is enough,” Elidibus declares. “Let go, unless you want to taste your own blood next.”

Nope. Natus did not care for the taste of his own blood, thank you very much.

Elidibus extracts his fingers, the brown leather of his glove well wet from the efforts of Natus' eager, drooling tongue.

Natus sighs with pleasure as that hand curls around his cock. The coat of his own saliva slick enough to grant him a few slippery, toe curling pumps of the ascian's fist.

Natus' back bows, a curse wrung from his lips. He feels on the edge already. A few tugs and one good squeeze away from spilling his load all over his enemy’s merciless claws.

“So soon?” Elidibus asks, squeezing him hard on the upstroke and curling his clawed fingers just under the tip.

He was making a mess of Elidibus' glove this time around. Leaking over his fingers, sticky droplets dripping from the tips of his claws.

“Your stamina is severely lacking,” the Emissary remarks with obvious disdain. The red of his mask was twisted up in contempt, matching well to the situation. “We are far from through.”

Natus gasps, his chin pressed to his chest as he peers down his body.

Elidibus had his cock in a stranglehold with one hand, and with the other he trailed his claws over his glans. Waiting until Natus was watching with undivided attention before swirling the claw of his forefinger around the mushroom head, narrowing in on the tiny slit that was still oozing precum like it was its one and only job.

“Ah, what—” Natus starts to say, before his words become lost in a strangled cry to the delicious agony of something slips inside of him, right at the tip of his cock.

His claw? No, it was Elidibus’ aether given shape.

Natus jerks, gasping and whimpering into the open air as it sinks into him slowly. It was straight like an arrow, cylindrical. Filling up all the empty space until he felt like it could go no further.

Yet he could still feel the creeping darkness of Elidibus’s aether as it spread through him like a dark fog, a black ink in crystal clear water.

It was heavy, consuming.

Was this how Elidibus would kill him? It was certainly fitting for an enemy turned lover turned enemy. Natus could hardly think, hardly breathe. All he could do was feel, writhe on the bed, helpless and at his lover's mercy.

Natus knew he should probably feel afraid, but the spread of the darkness felt refreshingly cool. It felt like the glass of water that Elidibus had held to his lips, soothing his aching throat.

As his enemy's aether poured into him, his body reacted as if he had taken a fast acting painkiller potion. But no potion had ever alleviated his ills quite so quick. It was better than drugs, better than the succor of healing magic. It seeped into his muscles, to his bones, to the very core of him.

It soothed the ache, cooling the overbearing heat of his fever.

“What… did you…?” Natus was nowhere near one hundred percent—it was extremely unlikely that he could simply hop from the bed or turn the tables on Elidibus, who still had the clear advantage on him—but he felt more like a person and less like a sickly pile of bruised flesh and aching bones.

“Consider this… mere curiosity,” is the vague answer Elidibus gives him.

Fair enough. Natus was well used to being subjected to Elidibus’ whims. They would not be here now, entangled so, if it were not for the Emissary approaching him on a whim; in want to satisfy his own curiosity.

Natus squirms as Elidibus plays with the shaped aether stopping up his cock, twisting it round and round inside of him like a toy to fidget with.

The xaela cries out as it is abruptly yanked from him, the intensity of the sensation forcing a small orgasm out of him. He leaks everywhere—dribbling over himself, over Elidibus’ hands that still played with him mercilessly, and staining the sheets beneath him as his whole body shook with the strain of holding himself taught.

Elidibus strokes him through it, his hand sloppy wet as it slides up and down his length, strands of sticky cum clinging to his claws as he teases torturously at the sensitive underside of his mushroom head.

Natus sobs with pleasure, strung out and overwhelmed. His skin felt so sensitive, as if it were freshly healed after a sunburn. Was this a side effect of the fever, or of Elidibus using his aether on him? Was it both?

Was it agony or bliss that his beloved nemesis was not allowing him mercy, not allowing him to relax or go soft. That dispassionate face matching him in silence behind that red red mask, as if he did not care that he was pushing Natus to the brink of madness.

“Is this much not enough?” Elidibus murmurs, lifting one sticky hand to dig his thumb into a blackish-purple bruise on Natus' hip.

The hero twitches with the sudden pain.

Elidibus cocks his head, humming.

“You can take more, yet.”

More what? Natus parts his lips to ask, but chokes on his own tongue as Elidibus’ aether surges into him once again, from the very same point of penetration. His poor, abused cock.

It felt like a beaded instrument this time around, popping into him one bead at a time. The first notch was long and oblong, the second was round, the third a teardrop shape.

Pop, pop, pop.

One after another do they sink in through the slit at the tip of his cock.

Another teardrop. A short, fat kernel that made Natus whine in his throat.

Then, quickly, five round beads in a row.

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!

Natus’ whole body jerked, a helpless cry tearing from his throat as he came hard from the unexpected onslaught.

There it was, Natus heard it again. A soft, barely audible laugh. He could not mistake it this time, so in tune was he to Elidibus' every word, every breath. The subtle sound vibrated through his horns.

It was all the warning he got.

Two more fat teardrops came after, and then two more round beads followed behind without pause.

Elidibus forces them in, all at once.

Natus' balls drew up to his body, his cock throbbing in the Emissary's grip. He felt like he would explode, yet nothing substantial came out. Only a few droplets that seeped from his tip, forced out through the built up pressure.

Gods, it was too much.

It was not enough.

Natus’ mouth hung open mindlessly, drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth as his eyes rolled back in overstimulation.

His cock pulsed, abused and flushed purple with desperate need.

“Please,” Natus whimpers, knowing that all he could do now was beg and hope his enemy felt a shred of pity for the pathetic state he was in.

“Cease your mewling. We have only just begun,” Elidibus says, shoving his ring and pinky fingers into Natus' mouth. The only part of his glove that didn't have a claw extending from the back of his hand over his fingertips.

“Now bite down, carefully,” He instructs him.

Natus bites down carefully on the brown leather of the Emissary's glove, tugging it off with his teeth.

Elidibus’ hand slips free from the glove, pale and delicate. Natus had been surprised their very first time to discover how small the white robed ascian was

compared to him underneath all his ascian finer, but the xaela was bigger than most people just on account of being Au Ra.

Natus stares as Elidibus lifts his bare hand up, a small orb of darkness forming in the air above his palm like a will-o'-the-wisp. With a small flicker of darkness, something drops from the wisp to land in the Emissary's waiting hand.

A bottle?

The cork pops free from the bottle, and Natus feels some annoyance as he realizes just what it was in watching Elidibus pour it into his cupped hand.

Lube.

He had him drooling on his fingers for a little bit of spit, when the whole time he could have waved his hand in the air and conjured some lube from the void or wherever it came from? This son of a…!

Natus hisses out in surprise at how cold it feels as that lube drizzles down on him, the bottle tipped to the side and glugging in the air as he is thoroughly coated in the stuff. Oddly enough, the bottle did not seem to empty even though it was so small.

Natus focus shifts as Elidibus rests his still gloved hand on his sternum, his long pale hair slipping forward over his shoulder to tickle at the hero's skin as he reaches behind him with his small, pale hand.

Natus about swallows his tongue, watching with eyes wide open as Elidibus slips those lube slick fingers inside of himself, preparing for what comes next.

Natus lifts his heavy hand, the backs of his knuckles barely brushing Elidibus' hair.

He wants to bury his fingers in it. To drag Elidibus down to kiss him. Roll him under him and do it all for him, like he usually did. He could hold Elidibus' hands in his and kiss his face until the Emissary turned his cheek. He could strip Elidibus down and lick him all over, suck him just how he liked. Fuck him just how he liked. Hold him in his arms however long he could until Elidibus left him again. Because Elidibus always left.

Elidibus moves before Natus can muster up an onze of strength to do any of that.

The Emissary sits up, straddling the hero's lap.

It happens so fast, Natus has no time to brace himself. Within one breath and the next, Elidibus has hold of him, spreading himself open with one hand while the other pressed Natus against him.

It takes some work for him to sink in, Elidibus holding his cock firm and wiggling down onto him. Bearing down to take the girthy behemoth between Natus' thighs. The xaela claimed to be average in that department, but to a smaller man of Elidibus’ size, it was no gridanian picnic.

They both moan as Elidibus sinks down on him, though Natus is far louder, almost drowning out his lover's quiet sound of pleasure.

Ahh, he felt amazing. So good, so hot. Squeezing him just right. Natus felt like he might melt from it. Or entirely burst.

Gods, Natus had missed this.

Missed him.

The hero’s hands clutch at his lover's white robe, wrinkling the immaculate fabric in his tightly clenched fists. He did not want to let go. He wanted to keep him here, to drown in his attention. No matter if that attention were good or bad, Natus would take it. He would bear it all so long as he could stay in Elidibus’ company.

Natus moans like he's in agony as Elidibus rests his hands on his chest and starts to move his hips.

Elidibus rides him slowly at first, torturously. The pulse of his aether swirls inside of Natus, spreading out from his core.

How strange he feels as the aether moves through him, thick and heady like black treacle, yet cool like refreshing water as it washes away the heavy feeling that was weighing down his insides.

From his groin, to his stomach, then his chest.

Natus wonders if it had the power to cleanse the heavy, bittersweet feeling that weighed on his heart.

He feels it in his throat, his head, tastes it on his tongue.

Did aether have a taste to those who were not voidsent or sineater? To Natus, it was distinctively strong and slightly bitter in taste. There was a slight sweetness, but it was more floral, herbaceous; earthy. With just a hint of mint.

It was like kissing Elidibus, tasting his mouth. Breathing him in and holding him in his lungs.

Natus tugs at Elidibus’ robe. Gathering it in his hands and doing his best to lift it. In his weakness, all the ornaments decorating it felt far heavier than usual.

“Want to see you. Take it off.”

Elidibus ignores his request, so Natus flips the front of the white fabric up over the Emissary's hips. Revealing more of his milky skin to Natus' hungry gaze.

The sight of that pretty prick, flushed so pink and leaking with arousal was enough to cheer Natus' heart.

Elidibus could act unaffected all he liked, but his cute little prick was always honest about his pleasure.

“Want to put my mouth on you,” Natus murmurs, watching Elidibus with desire on his face. “Suck you just how you like it. Don't care if you fuck my face, suffocate me with your cock. I can still feel you in my throat from last time.”

Elidibus’ pace falters for a moment, the pink blush to his skin taking on a deeper hue.

Natus smiles lazily. Still somewhat shaky as he lifts a hand towards his face and licks his palm. His effort is worth it as Elidibus' tilts his head back in a hiss when Natus wraps his hand around his pretty pink prick and jerks him off.

Elidibus pace increases, rocking back on Natus' cock and up into the hero's fist. The aether stopping up Natus' cock grows thicker inside of him, making the xaela whimper with the will it takes to keep on his task. Retaliation, for certain, but Natus was tired of laying back and doing nothing.

Natus matches the pace he had set, though increasing his speed was sure to drain his energy faster.

“Just like that,” he says, breathing hard as his pleasure builds up again to unbearable levels, and fast.

Elidibus gives a growling moan, like he was angry that Natus dared to make him feel good even after he had drawn a line between them.

Well, who's fault is that? Elidibus was the one who came back and climbed into his bed, straddled the hero's lap for another ride.

Natus was rather innocent, for once. He hadn't instigated it, or deliberately seduced Elidibus.

Natus hisses as Elidibus scratches a path from his pecs down to his abdomen. His bare hand with his blunt, well manicured nails didn't hurt anywhere near the damage dealt by the clawed glove he still wore on his other hand.

Natus was most definitely sporting three long scratches from those claws, and undoubtedly bleeding.

Natus grips Elidibus’ hip hard enough that he hopes it bruises, something for his ascian lover to remember him by as he resumes jerking him off so furiously that his wrist began to ache.

Something cold drizzles over his fast moving hand, and Natus glances up to see the return of the lube bottle. This time just floating in the air via wisp of darkness. Ascian magic sure was convenient.

He gives a grin, thankful for the added lubricant to ease the path of his hand. The air fills with the lewd sound of his hand on Elidibus' cock, the bed creaking beneath them as the Emissary rides him into the mattress.

Natus squeezes him tighter as his pleasure builds much to fast, his peak coming again.

“Wanna cum,” Natus whines a bit petulantly. “My cock hurts. My balls, too.”

“Mm… Move your hips more, and perhaps I will consider it,” Elidibus replies, his breathing labored. His voice trembling in that telltale way that spoke of his impending orgasm.

Natus groans. “Who climbed into who's sick bed?” He says so just to be a shite, but puts his back into rolling his hips more.

Gods, he didn't have much more left. His exhaustion was coming up on him fast.

“How's… this?” Natus asks, twisting his slick hand around Elidibus’ pretty pink prick, snapping his hips up along with his words.

Elidibus gasps, his clawed hand digging into the hand that Natus had on his waist. His back bows backwards as he rocks jerkily between Natus' hand on his cock and the throbbing girth of him inside of him.

“Yes…!” Elidibus moans breathlessly, and Natus is treated to the delight of the ascian cumming so hard that it stripes over his hand, his chest—and with some coaxing of Natus' still moving hand—over the xaela's grinning face.

Natus has no time to gloat or savor his victory, because no sooner did Elidibus find his peak did the aether plugging up his throbbing cock pull free.

All of those sensually shaped beads, yanked out of him all at once.

Needless to say, Natus cums his brains out.

He writhes on the bed, holding onto Elidibus for something to brace himself against as he cums, and cums, and cums.

He lets out so much built up spend that it fills his lover up and spills out of him, leaking down Natus' balls and over his thighs, staining the bedding beneath them.

Natus takes his chance, yanking the Emissary close with his remaining strength and kissing him.

Elidibus goes rigid in his arms, but his lips were so soft, so receptive to Natus' kiss. They parted so easily for his tongue as Natus kisses him desperately. Hungrily. His fingers twining in that long, pale hair and his hand cupping his lover's jaw. He was warm, still flushed with pleasure.

“Elidibus,” Natus murmurs. Sighing into their kiss and craving so much more. He trails his lips from his lover's mouth, kissing across his cheek, over his jaw. That mask perpetually in the way of his affection. “Elidibus.”

He finds himself shoved back, the ascian glowering down at him as he flops onto the bed, utterly spent.

“That's what I wanted,” Natus says, satisfied.

Elidibus looks so sexy when he is mad and full of Natus' cum. The hero only wished he was naked so he could savor the sight of him more. All that pale skin and those pretty pink nipples. Well, he still had his cock to gaze upon.

Remembering that, Natus lifts his messy hand to his face and licks the salty taste of Elidibus’ cum from his fingers. Gazing at the pretty sight that his lover and enemy made, all the while.

There would only be so long to savor it, as always.

“Running off again?” Natus asks, already feeling sleepy.

Elidibus lifts off his lap, shocking the hero with the lewd sight of his cock slipping out of him, his cum following behind it in a sticky, continuous flow that leaked down the ascian's thighs.

It was an unforgettable sight. At least until Elidibus lifts his robe to fall back over his front.

Natus groans with disappointment.

“This is a dream,” Elidibus reminds him. Clean and tidy again even though he didn't snap his fingers or wave his hand. “Or have you forgotten?”

Natus blinks, his eyes feeling heavy. “Maybe so. I'm still happy I got to see you.”

Elidibus looks down at him, something flickering in his expression. “Already the light returns.”

Natus smiles. “I expected as much.”

He blinks and Elidibus is no longer in his lap, but standing over his bed. His expression is hidden in shadow. His voice soft, blank of emotion.

“Were you a complete being such as I, this would hardly pose a threat to you. It would merely be a trifle. It seems even those of the Source are not yet strong enough to survive such things, despite our efforts. You are still too weak, too far from what you were meant to be. If it weren't for the meddling of Hydaelyn…”

Natus reaches for him. “I don't care about any of that. If this is a dream, let it be a dream. Stay with me tonight. Please?”

Elidibus stands quiet and still for a moment.

“...Even in a dream, I cannot.”

Natus closes his eyes. “I know what you're going to say before you say it. About duty again, yours and mine. I know. I've heard it.”

The hero sighs. “Just go.”

He never had any dreams where Elidibus stayed with him, anyhow.

….

Elidibus is gone again when he wakes.

The pain returned to him as if the ascian had never been there.

It had felt so real, but Natus wonders if maybe it had truly been a dream.

At least until he looks down and sees three scratch marks trailing down from his chest. Too thin and precise to be from his own nails.

Fitting perfectly, however, to Elidibus’ claws.

“Some dream,” Natus smiles.