#hien x oc

[bananarose]

FFXIV Write - #8 "Shed"

Today I decided to write a little peek into the process of Lavandin choosing his name. There's more to it that I'll write eventually, but here's a little taste. This also gives a look into his relationship with Hien!

Spoilers - Stormblood TW - None

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To shed something that has been so closely entwined with one’s identity for many years is a terrifying feat. Sune knew that, he knew that if he were to start with this deceivingly simple change that he wouldn’t be able to go back to who he was before. But… He thought to himself, I’m not that person anymore… Am I? That cowering weak little thing… I left him behind some time ago. Didn’t I? 

He looked up at the stars above him, gently threading his hands through the lush grass below him, leaning back into the warm embrace of the man sat behind him, arms held firm around his waist. The man said nothing, making a soft contented sound as he leaned forward to place his chin on Sune’s shoulder. 

He and Hien had met when Sune still felt like Sune. It was shortly after he had stumbled his way into Reunion for the first time, witless and reeling from the journey it took in order to finally drag his exhausted body across the Azim Steppe. Cirina had taken him in, so to speak, and taught him the ways of the Steppe. Sune had not yet settled into his new existence here when he ran into Hien, deep in thought, sat upon one of the cliffy outcrops scattered across the landscape of the Steppe. They sat quietly together, barely speaking that first encounter, just enjoying one another’s silent company. As time passed, they made a habit of sitting together in the grass. They’d talk about anything and nothing; Sune loved when Hien would share stories of his homeland, Doma.

Sune enjoyed life on the Steppe, life with the new friends he found among the Mol. With Hien. The change in him was gradual, but he could feel it. No longer trapped by the expectations of his forest home - the freedom agreed with him. Sune wanted to flex this newfound freedom, he wanted to continue to grow into this new version of himself… He didn’t want to be Sune anymore. The name fit him like an old piece of clothing; long ago worn out, too small and fraying at the edges. Suffocating. 

“I’m thinking of changing my name.” he spoke suddenly, breaking their quiet reverie. Hien hummed in acknowledgement, the low sound of it rumbled pleasantly through his chest. “Sune just doesn’t-” the name felt odd in his mouth, already so foreign to him. “- it doesn’t fit me anymore. It isn’t me anymore… Does th-that make sense?” He twisted in Hien’s arms to look at him.

“Hm, I believe it does. Do you know what you’d like to change it to?” Sune got quiet, pondering the question. He had of course played around with some words, some sounds, trying to find something that fit him. 

“Perhaps… Lavandin?” the words drifted from his mouth like leaves shed from trees, like naught but a quiet thought upon a gentle breeze. As though he was afraid of saying it outloud. Though once he had said it, said this new name out loud, a smile slowly crept across his face.

Hien hummed, “Lavandin…” Hien didn’t test how the sound felt in his mouth - no, he spoke the name reverently. As a prayer dropping from parted lips.

“It’s nice to meet you Lavandin”

divider credit - @cafekitsune

[mythiclings]

ilyas x hien doodles and memes!!!

Are you Ilyas's type? but we know who's his type

hold that babe ilyas!!

and romance cover challenge

from latest to oldest -

[yzeltia]

[ BLANKET ]: having found the receiver either sleeping or just lying on the couch, sender gently takes a blanket and drapes it over them. (Y'zel and Hein)

Hien walked quietly through the halls of the Kienkan, careful to avoid the boards he knew would creek if stepped upon. Carefully, he slid open the door to the room that faced the interior garden, the cool scent of rain wafting over him almost immediately. There he found Y’zel, curled up just far enough from the open doors that faced the courtyard to prevent him from getting drizzled upon as water ran off the shingles.

“Zoissette…,” Y’zel whimpered in his sleep, curling up into a tighter ball as he shivered and held his stomach.

Hien frowned. It had been nearly a month since he’d brought Y’zel home to Doma and his recovery from the madness that had taken over him in the wake of Leonnioux’s day. Still, there were signs of improvement, pigment returning to his aether–bleached hair, a light pink. And he roused enough from his slumber to have his fill of his favourite eel and rice before returning to sleep.

Sighing, Hien moved to a cupboard to find a blanket before unfurling it. He lowered beside Y’zel, stroking his hand carefully over the other’s cheek before pulling the blanket over them, letting Y’zel instinctively curl into his warmth.

[astrology-bf]

Thinking about what I call the Ifan/Hien theme again...

[practicingbushiho]

Hien's from January 2024 <3

[silvaswiftcast]

Silva, Ricmorn, and Hien could literally have the biggest bed possible, and this silly, 7'2'' lizard man would STILL find a way to sleep diagonally and take up as much space as he can. So much so, that he nearly pushes Silva and Hien out of the bed and onto the floor once they all start living together. Even if she were to sleep on top of Hien, Ricmorn would still probably do it, anyway.

And of course, Ricmorn would just shrug about it in the morning and continue the habit.

Send help to these guys asap. Silva and Hien deserve a good night's sleep too!

[scionshtola]

FFXIVWrite2024 Masterpost

Prompt 1: Steer | Corisande/Y'shtola | Rodeo AU verse | 854 words

Prompt 2: Horizon | Miyu Iteya (non-WoL oc) | 308 words

Prompt 3: Tempest | Corisande Ymir | 6.0 spoilers | 372 words

Prompt 4: Reticent | Y'shtola, Hien | 4.x spoilers | 1216 words

Prompt 5: Stamp | Corisande Ymir | 260 words

Prompt 6: Halcyon | Corisande/Y'shtola | 5.0 spoilers | 922 words

Prompt 7: Morsel | Corisande/Y'shtola | Mature | 250 words

Prompt 9: Lend an Ear | Corisande Ymir, D'alia Liveq | 436 words

Prompt 11: Surrogate | Corisande/Y'shtola | Mature | 5.0 spoilers | 519 words

[eemamminy-art]

fanfic ask game! 14, 15, 44 😊🧡

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

I dooon't know if this is something I'd call a brotp in the sense of like bro kinda vibes, but I assume by that terminology it's just like, characters I like to imagine as good friends? And the first thing that comes to mind for me is this AU my friend and I have where Emet hides Ryne away from Hydaelyn and she ends up becoming a little sister to Zenos 🥺 When I'm thinking about platonic characters that's where my mind first goes!!

For something a little less deeply obscure and uncanon though haha I like the friendship between Vrtra and Estinien, or the potential friendship anyway, and I would like to one day write a fic of Estinien helping Vrtra get through the emotional rollercoaster of 6.X patches. In his awkward, very Estinien way.

I don't know if this counts either but I love to think about all the friendships my wol has. He has a brotherly sort of relationship with Thancred and with the thaumaturge guild masters, and a very complicated friendship with Haurchefant. Minfilia was his best friend and he's still very torn up over everything that happened to her. I want to think he was pretty close with Lyse and tries to mentor Emmanellain (even though he's just as immature himself lol) too. I pretty rarely ship oc/canon with my own OCs but I love to think of their friendships and found family!!

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Like… any f/f ship in ffxiv… They're all obscure 😭 Notably I really really like Fordola/Lyse, Ysayle/Heustienne, and M'naago/Kurenai to name a few off the top of my head. I also really like Hien/Yugiri but like, if Hien was a butch.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

This might sound weird but I feel like the more attention a ship gets the more people get weirdly hostile toward it (for being perceived as popular, or genuinely becoming popular), or otherwise start diluting the ship down to something generic. I used to really crave seeing more works from other people about ships I like but lately I'm just kind of like, let me keep them to myself and my trusted group of friends who can be normal about things 😂

Fanfiction questions

[iwonn-arts]

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[miqo-tales]

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

S'era is a Weaponmaster, and is proficient with several weapons. But she's most well known for using a greatsword and for her aetheric barriers.

S'era became a Dark Knight shortly after the events of 2.55. She'd probably tell you she's hardly a master, but it's worth noting that by the end of 4.x, she's strong enough to assist Hien, Yugiri, and Lyse in fighting Elidibis-Zenos, and by the start of Endwalker, she's roughly equal to Zenos (though she isn't aware of that).

[asteraegis]

hien and my bnuuy doodles bc i love them

[windup-dragoon]

Hi just wanted to let you know that Kiri/Hien is now the canon Hien ship in my head 10/10 wholesome af thank u for putting this in my brain. It makes me so happy when I see her on my dash she is so cute

asdjl;kf aaaaaaaaa thank you! I'm glad you enjoy them as much as I do.

[risartblog]

Comfort before a decisive battle

[yzeltia]

The Lost Year

Chapter 11: How Big How Blue How Beautiful Characters: Hien Rijin, Y'zel Tia, Cirina Mol Rating: T for Tia Notes: N/A

Humming echoed from the Hak Khaal as a crimson flow graced its waters. The cooler months were setting in on the Steppe and Y'zel sought to make himself useful to the Mol beyond hunting game. Weaving and dyeing coming naturally to him, he'd set himself up in the waters near The Wound to prepare the winter fabric for the tribe, carving the Spinner's symbol into the raised earth near the falls after ensuring it would be okay to do with Cirina.

Though a bit early, Y'zel sang a Starlight carol to himself, dressed only in a white yukata. A hint of homesickness, but any lingering thought was quickly shaken off. Even his intense feelings for Hien could not quite dull the pangs of loss. Not completely. "U'noloh…"

The Miqo'te's ears flicked as he closed his eyes, letting his departed love's name linger in his ears for the first time in a long time. 

"What's all that sighing about?"

Y'zel swallowed, dropping to his knees in the cool waters, unsure if it were a memory or Echo coming over him.

"No need to pray, no need to speak…"

The Miqo'te touched his throat, shuddering as he felt a specter of a kiss.

"Your heart is the only place I call home."

Closing his eyes, Y'zel laid back in the shallow waters, trying to drown out the din of his departed lover's words. He let out a little gasp for air as he tried to catch his breath. Before he could calm himself, he found himself plucked from the waters, cradled in Hien's arms.

"Kami, please let it not be too late," the prince whispered to himself before shaking him, "Little Cat! Wake up! Where have you been wounded!?"

Y'zel pawed weakly at the other, fatigued from the Echo and feeding the prince's panic. Hien sloshed through the waters, stepping over the dyed fabrics that had stained his love. Collapsing on the bank, he laid the Miqo'te down and started to examine him for injury.

"Shun…," Y'zel hummed, reaching up to rest his palm on Hien's cheek, causing the man to freeze up, "it's dye."

The prince's face melted from worry, to anger, and finally into embarrassment. Quickly averting his gaze, he rolled off Y'zel. The Miqo'te rose, rolling off the sleeves of his wet yukata before leaning over to kiss Hien's cheek. "Thank you. Though unwounded, I was a victim of sorts to my gift," he said softly, wiggling his ears for emphasis.

"I see…It must be unpleasant to catch whispers of the past. There are many things I can think of off hand that would make my blood run cold should it grace my ears again."

"Not all is bad and there are those whose gifts are far more immersive than my own. It's not all bad though. There are wonderful things that can come to me. The voices of my parents. I never knew my mother, but I’ve been able to tune into things she said before I was born. It takes its toll though,” he sighed, leaning against the other.

“Clearly,” Hien said, arm draping over the Miqo’te’s shoulder, hesitating to continue, "Would it not be better to return home? There are people waiting for you. I imagine they need you more than I."

"So you admit you need me."

Hien flexed his arm, pinning Miqo'te in the crook of his elbow. "Of course that's your takeaway."

Y'zel squirmed, a weak smile on his face as he broke free. The attempt at light-heartedness only briefly prevented his quaking. He swallowed, trying and failing to prevent tears from forming. He shifted, pressing his hand against Hien's chestplate, as he hid his face against the man's scar. "There is naught left for me there but painful memories. What family I do have are all but strangers. I'd have nothing."

"But there's less for you here."

Hien flinched as Y'zel's claws scraped at the metal on his chest. The Miqo'te's face soon turned upward, tears streaming down it. "How could you say such a thing? You are here are you not? I know I am not Doman, among a myriad of other reasons that I am an unsuitable match…but, you pulled me back from the edge and have given me purpose again. Brought me back down to earth. The only thing I have now is you. For you to say less…to turn me away…When I…I…"

Hien silenced the growing panic with a soft kiss, large hand upon the Miqo'te's delicate cheek. He kissed him again and again until Y'zel ceased to shake. “To have me is also to have nothing. My Empire lives only in the hearts of its people. Should they wish to band once more I’d be their sword and shield. Doma is my first love. You deserve better than being second in someone’s heart. There’s so much more I wish I could give you, but I will fall far short…especially putting the impossible burden of making me your reason for being. You must live for yourself.”

Y’zel shook his head hard, leaning in as his ears folded back. “You are enough! As is. Head in the clouds, heart with Doma…me by your side. That is all I want…I would take up a bow or sword to fight for your dream. It is what I want for myself. Hien..I…I…”

“You love me,” Hien sighed, resting their foreheads together, brushing his hand over Y’zel’s ears, “Would it fall from my lips as easily.”

“And yet you’ve said it before,” the Miqo’te mumbled, not meeting the man’s gaze.

The prince pulled back, swallowing a bit as he let the faintest of red cross his cheek. He felt his denial sit at the tip of his tongue but his eyes fell on Y’zel’s ears. “That is not playing fair. If I intended you to hear…”

“You wouldn’t have said them aloud. The Echo is not omnipotence and when you’ve had a drink too many…and sometimes just coming into sleep, you stumble loudly and rouse me awake…You’ve long since confessed…”

Hien stiffened then went silent, looking at the stream as he gathered his thoughts. "I cannot give you what you want. Not entirely. Not what you deserve."

It beared repeating, as wounding as it seemed to be. The prince turned to Y'zel who hadn't seemed to falter with his look of conviction. Relenting to his feelings, he cupped the other's cheek in his palm and delivered a damning kiss. One that would consign Y'zel to a fate that he would all too happily bend to. Giving in, he pulled the other's robe loose and laid him out on the bank.

The Miqo'te flushed, almost closing his eyes as he looked up to Hien, face flushed and lower half long coaxed into his modest fullness. The prince lifted Y'zel's ankle, kissing the pale mound, hunter's eyes not leaving the nervous blue gaze. His lips ascended up his leg, his lover moaning out by the time he reached his inner thigh. “We will have to tell Cirina.”

Y'zel sat up on his elbows, panting hard as he looked to Hien between his legs. He swallowed, trying to guess at the other's meaning but came up short as to why this was pertinent to mention in this situation. “I think…there are things best left to her imagination.”

The prince rose, drawing his face in to steal a kiss. “If we are to be wed, I am sure there are some traditions that we'll need to observe. And- Y'zel! Ow! Please!”

The Miqo'te had suddenly grown tense in the wake of the revelation, but something else was amiss. Y'zel's ears were perked high and his nails dug into Hien's shoulder as his thighs viced around his waist leaving no room between them.

“That hurts! What has gotten into you,” Hien grunted, arching his back up as he tried to sit up on his knees.”

“Are you injured,” Cirina’s voice sounded from behind.

Hien jumped then held Y'zel firmly to his body, hand dropping to the base of the Miqo'te's tail so that the sleeve of his robe would cover his pale ass. A whine of embarrassment escaped his lover as the prince looked over his shoulder. “Just a bit of a scratch.”

“And Y'zel?”

“I fished him out of the river. He fell.”

The Auri girl looked on quietly then let her attention turn to the sky and then away from the two. “I see. Well, when you two are finished love making, I've prepared lunch and a blanket for us just over the hill.”

With that, Cirina left the two to their embarrassment. Y'zel flopped down onto his robes, freeing Hien from his claws as he hid his face in his palms. “That was not a proposal.”

“I’m afraid it was Little Cat.”

—

Y'zel stared into the open sky. The Mol had once more thrown together a small feast together with their fellow fringe tribes to join them. All of it had been a blur. It had all been fated. Or the Khatun had made it seem so. 

“Y'zel…”

The Miqo'te blinked as he heard his name in Hien's voice. Having answered to Little Cat for so long, it was strange to hear his name so tenseeky spoken by his lover..now his husband.

“Sorry. I-”

Hien kissed him. He swallowed, leaning into the other, hand gripping lightly at the shoulder of his silk robes. Their friends hooted and cheered a moment until they parted. The prince beamed, hand raking over the other's ears before taking a shot of imported sake he'd gotten from Cirina. In the ebbing sunlight, Y'zel could not help but awe of his handsome profile. His strong fuzzy jaw. The scar upon his cheek. The thick muscle along his throat. All his to gaze upon for the rest of their days.

A purr escaped his throat as he wrapped his arms around Hien's elbow, face pressing into his shoulder. His ears folded as he felt the weightlessness of happiness spread through him. Then nostalgia. Sweet comfort from a time that was just beyond peripheral…and then…

“Starlight…”

Hien looked at him, brow raised before looking up into the sky. “Not for an hour, I think. Though the days have grown rather short.”

Y'zel shook his head, “No. Today…it must be Starlight. In Eorzea. A Holiday.”

“Oh. Then happy Starlight. Happy Starlight to all,” Hien drunkely yelled out, getting another cheer from the Xalea.

Y'zel laughed a little, scooting closer to his betrothed. Such mirth and warmth, from his love and new family. That he'd find such a thing malms and malms from Eorzea, he thought, was a true blessing from the Spinner.

[starswornoaths]

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To plan a surprise for one such as the Warrior of Light was, to many people and for many, many reasons, folly. Even if one could plan around Kirishimi’s duties as a Scion and Dragoon both, the unforeseeable, looming cataclysms that seemed to dog her at every turn were sure to thwart any attempt to steal her away for a moment not already allocated to her duty.

Brimming with obstinate optimism as he was, Hien did it anyway.

The Kami themselves must have intervened to keep the realm stable long enough to plan around an upcoming festival in Kugane— the Enclave was running smoothly, on the Lord’s end of the planning, and the world seemed to pause for the last moon or so, meaning that apart from the clockwork schedule he could more easily plan around, Kirishimi was actually available to be surprised.

And what a festival to surprise her with! An annual solstice celebration, meant to ring in the fishing and farming season, where the boats bring in their fresh catch and those in the fields harvest the season’s crop. A celebration of the bounties that the Kami have blessed them with, with food, fireworks, and offerings of prayer that the newly planted seeds that will be planted on the morrow will bring just as bountiful a crop.

Planning around both their hectic schedules and when the festival was coming up was, at least to Hien’s mind, akin to discovering a new circle of hell, and had he not had the foresight to distract her with wearing his hair down and well groomed out of its usual ponytail, the whole thing might have been spoilt for her before they had even arrived, but when he gallantly helped her down from their boat onto the docks and watched her eyes grow wide in amazement and joy at the sights, sounds, and smells of the festival, it was all worth it a thousand fold to see her so happy.

“What— how in th’ hells did you—?” Kirishimi gawked at him, then out to the bustling streets with energetic vendors and crowded stalls, then back to him.

“How did I plan a day out for us?” He guessed, smiling wide. She nodded. “An excellent question! I’m still half wondering, myself!”

They shared a laugh as he offered her his arm.

“Now then, let us have some fun while I think of a better answer to your question!” He suggested, the arm not being offered sweeping out toward the stalls.

“How gallant of ya,” she beamed up at him as she looped her arm through his. She sniffed the air with a deep breath and sighed blissfully. “I’d love to know what smells so bloody good…”

Following her keen nose, they wound up at a stall selling grilled skewers of various meats and vegetables. The moment the kebabs came into view, they shared a look, wordlessly agreeing on what their lunch was to be.

It was silly, Hien thought, to be so delighted that they had a moment of playful fighting over who would pay for them— and Krishimi cheered victoriously when her gil was used for the meal. Delighted, for how mundane it was. How normal they could be in this moment. Delighted, for it was just her, and just him, and just them eating festival food and pressing close in crowded streets, arms unwound in favor of twined hands as they wove their way through the crowds. 

And it still amazed him, how profound his joy was at just watching her, marveling at how happy and carefree she looked. Merriment sparkled in her eyes of sapphire and ruby, of sea and fire, her whole face alight with a smile so wide her eyes crinkled at the corners. Her happiness bubbled over, too much for her body to contain, and her shoulders shook with laughter as they watched how faire attendants dazzled the crowds with tricks, music, and dancing.

When he tugged her hand to wordlessly ask her to stop, she peered at him curiously as he held up a finger to ask her to wait. He disappeared in a gaggle of people grouped around a stall he spied off to the side selling mochi, and Kirishimi watched from her place off the side of the street. He could feel her ponderous stare on the back of his head as he ordered a batch of freshly prepared mochi. Upon his return with a beautifully piled mound of little mochi bites, delicately wrapped in a large banana leaf, it was his turn to grin triumphantly.

“Repayment for our lunch!” Hien said with a belly deep chuckle at her fondly exasperated smile, handing her one of the small wooden skewers with which she might pick up dumplings of mochi for herself.

“Oh, you would, ya sweet man, you!” Kirishimi flushed, though she took the offered skewer and speared a fresh, soft mound of mochi. When she popped it in her mouth he watched, hopelessly enraptured, as her eyes closed in bliss while she chewed around her bright grin.

“I gather it’s to your liking?” He asked, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

Still chewing, she gave an enthusiastic hum when she nodded her head. 

“Delicious!” With a flourish, she artfully speared another little mount of mochi on her skewer and held it up to his lips in offering. 

Though her smile was warm as the sun, there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. He recognized that look of hers— she wanted to get a rise out of him. Well! He thought with a grin. Two can play at that game.

Wordlessly accepting the mochi and challenge both, Hien’s fingertips were a whisper on her skin when he guided her hand closer by the wrist, and peered sidelong at her through his lashes as he pulled the mochi off her skewer. At the sight of Kirishimi bringing her bottom lip between her teeth to bite down on it, his grin only grew more lascivious. Just before he let her hand go, he bent low enough to press a kiss to the inside of her wrists before standing upright faster than she could properly react.

“Delicious.” Hien echoed in agreement once he’d chewed the mochi, even as he made no effort to hide the fact that he was not talking about the sweetmeat at all.

Kirishimi flushed prettily— though when someone in the crowd accidentally bumped into her from behind, it startled them both out of their little world. 

“Crowds are gettin’ worse.” Kirishimi lamented.

“Unfortunate, but I am confident we can manage!” Hien insisted. He handed her the leaf filled with mochi and wound his arm around her waist. “Hang on to our treat— I’ve got you.” 

So they maneuvered with care through the crowds, steadily growing denser than when they had first arrived. Kirishimi readily huddled closer to him, and he was all too happy to curl closer to her. It was so easy for them to make such cramped streets something more intimate, feeding one another bits of mochi and sneaking affection in between.

Hien steered them as gently as he could for how packed the intimately crowded the market streets had become— he hoped that the bridge would be more open, that they might get a good spot in time for the fireworks. His hopes lifted momentarily when the street opened and the crowds thinned again, only for them to be dashed at a turn of his head: the bridge he’d hoped to have her watch the fireworks from was even more crowded than the street. Enough that he faintly wondered if the weight capacity was a danger to the crowd atop it.

“Hmm...this won’t do.” He muttered.

“What, the bridge?” Kirishimi asked once she’d followed his gaze and saw the veritable barricade of people. “Why’re you aimin’ for the bridge?”

“I had hoped to get a good vantage point.” Hien lamented. “I had wanted to surprise you with the view, but it would seem I was not the only one with the idea.” His shoulders slumped. “I hadn’t expected this. I’m sorry, I’d hoped we might see the fireworks from the bridge.”

It stung his pride to admit to his secret plans to her, though he wanted her to at least know he’d intended for this to go better. Rather than the disappointment he expected, he watched her blinked owlishly up at him.

“Oh hells, was that all?” She laughed brightly and seized his hand. “C’mon, I know a spot with a great view!”

For some reason, the thought that she was so familiar with the city had not even occurred to him to draw reference from as inspiration for a back-up plan. Where he had been disappointed at the thought that his best laid plans were coming apart, he could only laugh alongside her as she guided him down the steps to the pier. Somehow, she always made it better.

When they descended the steps into the alleyway beneath the bridge, he was at first skeptical that such a closed off space would have a noteworthy view, but as she led him down the alley and around the corner, he marveled at how the pier opened up to a wide, sparsely populated shipping dock. The water and sky both were so blue in the rapidly approaching twilight that he almost couldn’t tell where they met on the horizon. 

She ushered him to a bench not far from the alley they walked down to get here, and happily pressed herself flush against his side. He readily moved his arm around her to tug her that scant ilm closer and snuck a kiss to her hair as she resumed skewering one of the last mochi.

They had scarcely finished cuddling close before the first firework went off. Even as far away from the crowds as they were, that low din of their shared voices hushed in an instant, everyone peering up at the sky.

Well. Everyone save for Hien.

How could he look anywhere but his beloved, her moonlight silver hair aglow in the ephemeral, colored burst of each firework, eyes brighter than any star he had ever seen. How could he stare at anything with the same awe that her breathtaking smile inspired in him? Impossible. No firework could compare to her radiance.

“See? What’d I tell ya?” Kirishimi asked brightly after a dozen or so fireworks had gone off, looking up at him.

“Quite the sight,” Hien replied quietly, beaming at her through his lashes.

He made no effort to pretend he was looking anywhere but at her, and he delighted in the flush that bloomed on her face.

“Not as nice as the one I’m seein’.” She said quietly. 

“No?” Hien asked as if in genuine interest, hand coming up to smooth his thumb across her bottom lip. 

“Nope. Can’t be. Yer too handsome.” She insisted, though the way she was looking at him was far less innocent than her words.

He opened his mouth to retort, but then she tucked her head an extra ilm down to press a kiss to his thumb— and then nibbled it, very, very gently. His mouth ran dry at the contact, and he shuddered bodily; it had been some time since they had been able to indulge in one another— too long. He felt every second he’d gone without her touch keenly, watching her fan her lashes at him so.

“I am...suddenly reminded that I reserved a room at the Inn.” He rasped against the way his tongue swelled, at the way his heart thudded against his ribs. “And given the fireworks are planned for the whole night, I am fairly certain that the view from there would be spectacular.”

“Oh?” She mused, half leaning into his lap, her fingers delicately tracing his exposed collarbone. “Y’didn’t tell me. Sounds lovely.”

The summer heat couldn’t account for the way he felt set ablaze by her touch— and he couldn’t pretend it was anything but arousal and carnal need that made his pulse race and his breathing grow shuddered.

“Shall we?” He offered with the last of his coherence, and held out his hand.

She readily took it, and he pulled her gently from the bench to head back down the alley they had come from. With every step, he had to remind himself to have restraint— the Inn was just across the bridge, it was scarcely more than a jaunt to the aetheryte shard to avoid the crowd—

“This means a lot, Hien.” Kirishimi spoke up suddenly. “All of this, not just. Well. Y’know.”

He stopped walking and turned to look at her in that moment. Though they stood in the shadow of the bridge, she was bright as a star, looking up at him with such earnest ardor that for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. 

“You must know I’m only sorry I can’t do it more.” Hien managed to rasp.

“I know. We both have so little time— but I need you ta know how much it means to me that you did all this. I...I like being able to see what life will be like with you—”

Before he knew what he was doing, he’d hoisted her up on a stack of crates behind her, his hands gripping her thighs around his waist tightly. He slanted his mouth against hers in eagerness, before he had even thought to do so. Loving her was such a deeply rooted instinct, he could do little but act on it. 

She reciprocated instantly and eagerly, hands grabbing at his clothes, clutching him closer to her, close enough that he could feel her heartbeat pounding against her sternum. Letting go of her thighs to pull her impossibly closer earned him the sweetest moan against his lips he’d ever heard from her. Fire ignited in the pit of his belly, and the flames came alive when he felt her heat throbbing against his rapidly hardening erection, even through their clothes.

“I’m afraid the Inn might be too far away.” He panted between those deep kisses that sent him reeling. “Should you be of like mind...I fear I can’t hold back.”

“Th-this is, ah—” His Kirishimi gasped so deliciously against him as she pulled him in for more kisses between words, as if she couldn’t refrain from it either. As if she couldn’t refrain from him either. The thought drove him wild with want, and his hips stuttered against hers before he could even think to restrain them. “This is a bit public, yeah? We, a-ahh, might get caught.”

“As Yugiri is wont to remind me, I am no shinobi,” Hien mused as though he couldn’t feel the way her thigh nudged at his clothed erection. When he began to mouth at her ear, his beard scratching against her cheek, he found his voice again, rougher for his dwindling restraint. “But I can be discreet.”

“Well, then.” Kirishimi hummed, tapering off in a moan at the way he growled against her throat at her hands tangling in his hair. He could feel her smirk against his ear when she bent her head and answered, “Prove it.”

Ah, a challenge! He did so love to rise to the occasion— all the more where she was concerned. His hands cupped at her backside and slid her forward in time with him pressing flush against the crates she was perched on. It was only a scant few ilms difference, if that, but such distance needed to be unmade entirely: he could go no longer without her.

Hien’s agony was one further exacerbated by his blind palming to undo his hakama, and he smothered his hissing against Kirishimi’s lips to make good on his word to be quiet. Fortunate for him that he had; he muffled a groan into her mouth when she batted his hands away and shifted to untie the keeping his pants held up. Leaving her to take matters into her own hands, as it were, he occupied himself with slipping his hands beneath the soft layers of her yukata. He’d been glad to gift it to her before they arrived today, though he hadn’t necessarily thought of this particular benefit.

When his hand found her under the yukata, Hien couldn’t help but groan into her starspun locks when he realized she wore no undergarments and was already all pulsing, scorching heat. Even before he made a move to slip his fingers inside her, she was rocking her hips to try and coax him into filling her. The hand not waiting in anticipation to make her sigh let go of her to brace more fully against the crate she was sat on— his need for her was dizzying, he was so hard it vaguely hurt, and it was all he could do to blindly rut against her thighs to attempt to curb his own enthusiasm.

A poor attempt, admittedly, but it certainly didn’t stop him from trying.

Kirishimi managed to free him from his hakama fairly quickly, for a blessing, and he practically felt his cock swing down, free of its confines, heavy and aching, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the breeze brushing it. 

Hien sank his teeth into Kirishimi’s neck to muffle the guttural groan that escaped him when he hilted himself in one smooth push of his hips. The wet gasp he tore from her throat stuttered out in staccato bursts, her hands flying to grasp at his shoulder, to bury her fingers in his hair. Her chest heaved in time with the flutter of her around him, and he couldn’t stop his hips from stuttering in shallow thrusts in search of more despite their hips already pressed flush. 

“We will have to be quick,” he managed through laving his tongue over the marks he had bitten into her skin. 

“Yesss,” Kirishimi hissed into the fabric of his haori.

When he slid almost entirely out of her and snapped his hips back against hers with enough force to nudge her backwards on the crate, he nearly couldn’t swallow her cry of rapture, and only just managed to crush their mouths together in an inelegant kiss.

“Discretion, koishī,” Hien reminded her in a dark snarl against her ear, and repeated to motion.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to follow his own advice: she felt so good, clenching around him as he moved, felt so good to touch her silken hair and her smooth skin and pull her closer, closer, it was never close enough—

“Please,” Kirishimi panted in his ear, and what control he had snapped at such beautiful, breathy begging.

Wrapping his arms those few ilms tighter around her, pressing that nonexistent extra ilm closer, he acquiesced to her pleas. There would be time for the slower, more intimate lovemaking they so adored to indulge in later; now, there was only the carnal need to quench the fires that wrought destruction to their senses and sensibilities.

Hien set a brutal pace, bruising their hips with every collision but he couldn’t bring himself to mind too much— in particular, for how tightly Kirishimi’s hands clenched in his hair, at his haori, how she clenched around him, all tight heat and agonizing bliss. It was almost too much, even when he began, but he refused to be the first to fall apart— it would not do to leave his beloved unsatisfied, or even to risk it. 

Kirishimi rose to the occasion, as she always did, her heels digging into the small of his back, slotted perfectly into his Venusian dimples, and she rocked into him at every thrust, rolled her hips to the tide of his tempo, and it was all he could do to bury his hand in her hair, to press his palm against her back and pull her in closer, to sink into her until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

“Discretion,” she teased in a wheezing pant when he growled at that telltale pull in his gut that told him he was beginning to teeter off the edge. 

He gnashed his teeth in a feral smirk before quieting them both in a crushing kiss. It would not do to let himself fall apart now, certainly not when she was coherent enough to tease him for his enthusiasm. With a dark chuckle that rumbled in the deepest part of his chest, he carefully disentangled her hair from his fingers, and let his hand wander down, down, down— 

He chased her mouth when she broke their kiss in a startled gasp at the touch of his thumb against her swollen clit. The hand in his hair flexed at the swirl of his thumb around the oversensitive bud, and she whimpered against his lips in time with her shallow thrusting into his hand. 

Her enthusiasm, her mounting pleasure, was as a double edged sword: while she spiraled faster, closer to release, she was bringing him along with her, and it was, as always, a battle of wills between the two of them. Gods, but her little wanton gasps, the soft whining, her hands all over him, all orchestrated such sweet rapture for him that he could do little but cling to what fraying edges of sanity he had, even as he wanted to hurl himself into the abyss beside her.

“Close,” Kirishimi panted into his lips, and he groaned, low and guttural and primal, when her legs squeezed to bring him in deeper. “Close, close, Hien—”

Kami preserve, but so was he. His thrusts had lost all technique, all control, and he was pounding so hard into her he could hear the crate beneath her creak faintly every time their hips met but he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He broke their kiss to lean back enough to watch her fall apart, to watch the moment that his attentions pushed her over the edge.

Hien was not waiting for long. With a particularly dextrous stroke of his thumb and a well angled thrust of his hips, her mouth fell open in a choked cry of rapture. She managed to quiet herself even before the noise had fully left her throat, though she flung herself against him to muffle the rest of those beautiful noises she couldn’t quell fast enough. She squeezed so tightly around his cock, pulsed as rapid as a hare’s heartbeat, that he couldn’t quite silence himself in time before he groaned, long and loud, into her hair as the coil in his gut snapped. Instinct drove them both to cling together as they rode out the waves of their orgasm, his thrusts inarticulate, sloppy, desperate things as she shook around him. He emptied all of himself into her, and even as he finally felt the last of it fill her he remained sheathed, pressed close, basking in the afterglow.

Not for too long, sadly; they were still out in public, and poor Kirishimi was on a kami forsaken pile of crates, for heaven’s sakes. When she trembled a little less, he slid himself out of her with an agonized groan, over sensitive as he was from the stimulation. She whimpered at the veritable deluge of cum that followed after him, though he tried to be courteous and offer her a kerchief to at least attempt to clean up. 

Once they were disentangled entirely, he righted his clothes and hair as best as he could, and helped her down from the crates to do the same. Still giddy, still riding the hights of their high, they couldn’t help but stand on wobbly legs, leaning into one another, noses nuzzling affectionately and breathy laughter filling the space between them. 

“So much fer discretion, ay?” Kirishimi teased between giggles. 

“I said I can be discreet— it’s hardly a guarantee.” He admitted with a sheepish chuckle, and tucked the soiled kerchief in his pocket with a grimace. Once he made sure there was no mess left on the crate, he offered, “The fireworks are still going, for a blessing. Shall we retire to the Inn and keep watching?”

At her nod, they set off again. The kami themselves must have intervened to thin the crowds on the bridge enough for them to squeeze through to the other side, and managed to slip away, sequestered in their room with hot sake and dinner in bed, with the window wide open.

“You were right— view’s amazin’ from here,” Kirishimi mused as they watched the fireworks once dinner was cleared away.

After a long moment, he set his sake cup down on the bedside table, and shifted to crawl over her. She watched him with those mismatched eyes of ruby and sapphire, glimmering with every kaleidoscope burst of light from the window. With a bright, enticing, inviting smile, she slid backwards until she could spread out languidly upon the plush bed.

Hien preferred to watch the bursts of color reflect on those silver locks of hers, splayed out on the pillow as they were. After a few moments of appreciative silence, he hummed, pleased. 

“Quite the view.” He agreed, and joined her in soft splendor again.

[practicingbushiho]

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