#with my flames in your heart ; dragonliiight

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"The blight has been rumored to wipe so much out..." But that wasn't the truth, was it? He knew that for a fact. He had seen it, in the flora and fauna that still grew in patches around Valisthea, hidden away from the eyes of prying men, as well as...

As...

Ah.

"Founder. I am... a fucking idiot."

The words slipped from Joshua's lips not quite on accident, but born from the shock of a sudden realizing that almost had a laugh escaping him. For the past several days he had been agonizing over the question of whether or not magic could have possibly returned or still existed, a question that only Dion could help him answer and yet Joshua found himself reluctant to fully bare his thoughts and worries to the Emperor. But there was another that could help. A place to visit, one that Joshua had heard neither hide nor hair of since the fall of Origin.

Was their glamour still working? It was the only explanation as to how a place like Mysidia was still a secret, and if that were the case, if the magicked cairns were still functioning, then perhaps he already had his answer.

His words could hardly have been any comfort to Dion. Joshua drew in a deep breath as he turned to face his husband-to-be, lips curved into something between a strained smile and a smothered, manic laugh. There was a burning light in his eyes as he reached out to carefully place the chess pieces on the board before them, though his attention was on Dion's face, not the game.

"Forgive me, your Radiance. I did not mean to... use such vulgar language in your presence." Because even if they thought they were alone here, undoubtedly they were not, and Joshua did not need any more reasons for people to think the Duke of Rosaria was a traitorous pair to put with their Emperor Dion. "I understand that my visit here is to allow me to better see the Holy Kingdom of Sanbreque, but given recent events would it not be... amenable for your Radiance to recommend that perhaps a... trip, a vacation would be the best course of action to help recover from the recent... tragedy?"

With the chess pieces in place, Joshua leaned back to gesture for Dion to pick his color to decide who made the first move.

"Investigations to ensure it was in fact an accident may even proceed easier without having to worry about your Radiance's safety here as well."

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@dragonliiight asked: "Do you dance?" | DANCE STARTER | ACCEPTING

The question was paired with Dion standing before him, one hand outstretched for Joshua to take.

Fancy galas were not... either of their fortes, but it was something that needed to be done to help restore Sanbreque to a level of normalcy. The task of arranging the current affair had fallen onto Joshua's shoulders - a task that he had the promptly shoved off onto one of the court ladies that had done her best to try to warm up to him once it was clear that the Duke of Rosaria was not going to be leaving Sanbreque anytime soon.

The party was a success. People were dancing and drinking (people who were not him since both Dion and Jote had firmly made it clear he was not to have even a sip) and with the music being played from the small band in the corner. Live music always did have a certain flair to it that was better than hearing it from an orchestrian.

Joshua had been seated, taking a sip of water, and in response to Dion's question he just looked up at him flatly. "Do you really think that my mother would have allowed me to not attend the lessons she scheduled regarding proper ballroom etiquette?" The glass was placed back on the table as he stood, taking Dion's hand.

"Because while no, I haven't really even tried to take in... twenty years, and I always did seem to have two left feet when I tried."

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"What if I told you I wanted you to hold me down and fuck me until I couldn't think straight."

The words could have been sexy if they weren't set in complete despondency. Joshua was standing in a room that had become his 'base of operation'; he had taken over handling the missives and requests for aid for both Sanbreque and Rosaria. And, as he had learned, from parts of the Iron Kingdom that were begging for independence, and from Dhalmekia, and Waloed, and-

Sanbreque did not have the coffers to be the savior of the world. Which meant most requests had to be denied, and Joshua was left knowing that his penstrokes were condemning an innocent family to hunger, or worse.

Blue eyes shifted to look over at Dion. It had been a few days since they had actually had any time alone.

"Maybe you shouldn't stop until you fuck a baby into me."

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@dragonliiight asked: [ MELTDOWN ]  for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. | BLOOD MEMES | ACCEPTING

He had been played and he had only realized it when it was far too late to do anything about it. Believing, trusting ShinRa was a mistake. They never were to be trusted, never could be trusted, he should have known-

They didn't want to find Dion to help him. They wanted to use him. Hurt him. If he wasn't going to work for them - then he was going to be killed.

And it was all Joshua's fault.

They had found him; he had fled from Midgar, made his way through the caves to Junon, and if he had been able to make it there and across the sea then maybe he would have been able to really vanish. Joshua should have let him. But he missed him in a way that made his heart ache and he didn't understand it, he didn't understand why thinking about Bahamut made him feel so lonely, didn't get why he felt like he needed to cry when he remembered how long it had been since Dion had fled.

They had him surrounded in one of the forests by Junon. Dion was still in hiding, but he wouldn't be able to hide forever; ShinRa had thrown enough grunts here to ensure there was no vanishing this time. He had to fix this.

His lungs burned. His chest ached. Joshua ran, hoping - praying - that he found Dion first.

"Dion-!"

He was there, Joshua could see him - and he could see the red dots of laser sights locking onto him. They knew what they were dealing with. Whatever bullets were going to be used, they would be meant to take down the materia-infused experiments.

They fired - and he gave one final push, hands slamming against Dion's chest as the burning in Joshua's chest exploded into sparks of pain. The bullets ripped through his back and out through his chest in an explosive spray of blood.

For a moment he stood, staring down at Dion's face. There was blood there - was it really his own? Joshua swayed, legs buckled, knees slamming into the dirt.

"Run-" One of them at least needed to stay free.

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@dragonliiight asked: Adjust | ACTION PROMPTS (accepting) [ ADJUST ] — sender fixes an article of receiver’s clothing, but does not stop there. they fix receiver’s hair, turn them around to check their outfit, etc, all to make sure that receiver looks their best

His ability to mourn had been taken away from Joshua for nearly twenty years. After his father's death, after he had believed his brother to die - even after he had felt certain that Jill had passed, he hadn't been able to grieve for their passing. Instead the young lord had needed to study up and train and take in as much knowledge as he could, to learn as much as Ultima as possible, to bear the weight of the fate of the world on his shoulders.

He was able to mourn now (and after seeing Dion die before his eyes, it was all Joshua had been able to do for a full year).

It wasn't just widows who dressed in all black. For a year, for over a year, Joshua had worn nothing but black, forgoing the crimson of Rosaria and keeping himself wrapped in a comforting cocoon of sorrow. The parts of his that ached and cried and screamed for the loss of his family felt a small touch of comfort in this. Slowly, ever so slowly, the thought of his father or of Clive didn't hurt quite so much.

And then Dion had come back into his life - and then Dion had proposed. It was nothing more than making an official alliance between two nations, though Joshua knew better. The Dragoon Emperor was making it clear that Joshua was his and his alone, and there was something fairly electric about that thought as well.

Color had started to come back to Joshua, both in a physical sense and in his choices of garments. Shirts that were shades of grey began to be worn, ones with small embroidered details done in deepest red, cloaks worn with touched of white or blue. It was slight, it was subtle, but it was there.

It was something Dion had noticed as well. And tonight it was clear that the colors of mourning were not going to be worn. Not allowed to be. A thought that, if it came from anyone else, might have been alarming, but only felt comforting to know that the Emperor viewed him with such passion.

The pants were black save for the Phoenix of Rosaria stitched over one pocket in white. It was something that would be covered up with any overcoat he wore, but the touch wasn't meant for others to see; it was for him alone to know that Rosaria was always with him. A deep red shirt, almost crimson, was tucked neatly into the waist of his pants.

It was hardly the most colorful display that Dion could have picked for him, and the blacks and reds were a sharp contrast to the whites and blues that Dion wore.

"... I do not want to tell you that you cannot still mourn for the losses that you have felt." Dion stood before him, straightening the collar of his shirt. After a moment he paused, letting his head tilt forward to rest against Joshua's, and the Phoenix responded by letting one arm move out to rest on Dion's hip. "But I will admit I am selfish, and wish to see you... happy as well."

"I know, Your Radiance." A pause before Joshua added on: "Dion. Thank you for the gift."

They would have to leave for dinner soon - but there was certainly time for a heated kiss or two-

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Getting called into the CEO's office was never a good thing, especially when that CEO was the step-son of the mother that had abandoned your family and hated your existence.

Joshua and Dion were both very aware of each other, and they had come to an agreement on the first day of his internship: Dion would hide that he was working here from Annabella, and Joshua would do everything in his power to keep his head down and under the radar. Simple as that. If he could have found an internship anywhere else, Joshua would have jumped on it, but... Lesage Pharmaceuticals was the best opportunity he would ever have to get his foot in the door.

So a sudden, unprompted meeting was nerve wracking. And anything he could have possibly imagined was... not even close to as bad as the reality truly was, when Joshua found himself forced to stare at pictures of himself placed on the desk. Pictures of himself in some very compromising poses. Pictures of himself rubbing his-

"Wh- wh- wha-- where-- why do you have these?!" Joshua couldn't tell if he was humiliated or angered in this moment. All color had drained from his face as his gaze flicked up, eyes wide. Oh, he knew the answer; Joshua had posted them. But... behind a paywall.

"There's... there's no rule stating I can't... have another job while working here."

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but the most important height difference is:

perfect height to grumble about being shorter but still being able to be an absolute menace @dragonliiight

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Would you still love me if I was an Akashic Warlord?

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Joshua smiled sweetly as he placed his hands lovingly on Dion's shoulders.

"No."

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@sapientiiae (and @dragonliiight) asked: for a threesome (with Zelda & Dion??) (RIP Zelda she was a good princess)

She had always felt so determined to have the last word with him that it felt truly fitting to see her mouth swallowing his cock whole, nose pressed up against his belly. He wouldn't have thought the Princess to be capable of such a thing - it was a talent he'd have to ask her later how she had honed, or if she had just been naturally gifted without a gag reflex.

A hand curled through her golden locks, stroking it before fisting it firmly, tugging slightly to force her to roll her eyes up to look at him. Her range of motion was limited and he didn't really want her to pull back, so he smiled, a hand stroking her cheek. She moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to hiss as he felt her tongue trace along the length of his cock.

Her body was swaying back and forth from the force of Dion's cock thrusting into her. The Princess had been able to take him so easily that Joshua couldn't help but think that perhaps this was not her first time sinking down onto her hands and knees for the dragon, and the thought caused something dark and angry to flame in the pit of his stomach.

He tugged again at her hair. Not hard, but the motion still soothed some of the bitter feelings. It didn't matter if she had; she was in front of him now, moaning and drooling on his cock.

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"Just imagine how you'd feel if I said 'would' to your father? Joshua, please."

He pauses at that before sighing.

"I'm sorry-- you're right." He really just wanted to make his father squirm, not upset Dion.

Still, what hadn't been untrue was that he knew he'd love Dion even after they both had grown old and grey.

"I love you. Only you."

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Broke: Accidentally seducing the CEO of the company your estranged mother runs into having an affair with you so that you can benefit from his money Woke: Accidentally seducing the CEO of the company your estranged mother runs into having an affair with you so that you can visit other countries to create google maps listing for cats and rate them 5 stars

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@dragonliiight asked: "It'll look worse before it looks better." + concussion + care | Bruises and Bruising | ACCEPTING [care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc) [concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

Joshua... bruised with incredible ease. There were times that it felt like simply brushing up against something a little too hard would result in an ugly, purple plume to bloom across his skin. Ultima's curse only made it worse, and there would times that Joshua felt he was all-but rotting alive, his body still moving and breathing solely due to the effects of the Phoenix's Blessing.

The behemoth that they had stumbled across while trekking through the wilds of Waloed was a little more than just brushing up against something the wrong way. The beast had been out of its mind with rage, and before the pair had been able to take it down the creature had charged Joshua. Even with the speed granted to him by the wings of the Phoenix, he hadn't been able to get out of the way. He hadn't been gored through, but his body had been caught on one of the protruding horns and had been flung to the side, slamming hard on the ground and coming to a stop only by connecting with a rocky wall.

There had been blood, most of it internal and coming out after a vicious coughing fit that left his chest aching and spasming even as Joshua tried to draw in a few gasps of air. If the beast had sliced him open, that wound was already gone, but there was an ugly band of mottled purples, blues, and oranges that wrapped around his ribs.

His head had also cracked against the stone, which explained why Dion seemed to be taking pains to force his eyes open wide, fingers gently pressing to pull Joshua's eyelids up so that he could peer into his pupils.

There was something almost sickeningly sweet about the gestures that had Joshua's stomach turning. Images of what had happened only a few nights ago, when Dion had placed his hands around Joshua's throat, played in tandem with the man now before him, tending gently to his wounds. It was too sweet, almost cloyingly so - like the scent of fruit that just turned, the rot thick and heavy in the air.

"I can take care of myself." Joshua spoke stiffly as he reached out to (try to) snatch the bandages from Dion, intent on attempting to wrap his own ribs. "I'm not an invalid." And it wasn't like these superficial wounds wouldn't heal on their own.

Of course, the price of that was just another tally mark added to the score he would owe his body, one that Joshua knew could only ever be satisfied by his own death.

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He keeps it a secret - but Joshua does have a crush on Dion.

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@dragonliiight asked: 20. Caress their face | SOFT GESTURES | Accepting

The gentle touch was more than enough to start to draw Joshua from his hazy sleep. He felt ill today, something that was unfortunately common with his weakened immune system and all around lowered health. Getting to be able to laze about in bed and rest wasn't an option he was able to take though; even if he wasn't supposed to be the Prince now, as Archduke he would have all the responsibilities of Rosaria resting on his shoulders.

His eyes blinked open, and the first thing that he noticed was just how bright it was in the room. The second was the fact that his chest ached and his throat felt like it was on fire. A low groan escaped him as he made an attempt to try to sit up before realizing that was a futile effort today.

There was a sound of something, china or ceramic, clattering down on a saucer being placed on the table beside his bed. He could see steam rising from it, but couldn't smell anything.

"I have to get up." And he winced as he spoke and heard just how gravely his voice sounded. He might have wanted to get up, but that wasn't going to be happening.

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@dragonliiight asked: ❝ it’s okay. just go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. ❞ | HURT/COMFORT | accepting

While his medication relieved the worst of the pain that came from his heart... incidents, they always left him feeling off, both physically and emotionally. It was like his every nerve had been set aflame and the slightest thing could set him off, for better or for worse. The simplest thing could have him exploding into laughter, and just as quickly become enraged before dissolving into tears.

It was... frustrating to say the least. And it was far from easy to deal with; even for himself to, let alone another.

Like Dion.

There had been a fight earlier and it resulted in a plate being dropped and breaking. Or, maybe the plate had dropped first? Or, more likely, Joshua had accidentally knocked it off the table before launching into something between an anxiety attack and just anger over what happened.

Dion had handled it with far more grace than Joshua felt he deserved. He had cleaned up the plate, forcefully keeping Joshua from helping to stop him from getting hurt, and had stayed calm and quiet even as the red-haired man raged over... nothing. And now, spent and exhausted and wanting to just cry both from embarrassment and because it felt like there was no other way to express how he felt, Dion just gently pulled him to lay against the other, stroking his hair.

A complaint was on his lips. He did not deserve this. Dion should have hated him. But all Joshua did was mumble something inaudibly before allowing himself to relax with his head on Dion's lap.

It wouldn't take long for sleep to claim him.

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I think it's also telling that you play as Clive exclusively except the two times you play as Joshua and one of them happens to be the Bahamut fight of Joshua desperately trying to help Dion come back to his senses.