saying it again for myself. there is no ticking clock. there is nobody breathing down your neck. this passion project is going to come out how YOU want it, in a way that makes YOU satisfied
Notes: Happy (late) Birthday gift from myself to myself. Have I been gone most of 2023? Yes, but don't worry about that.
Relationship: Erenville x OC (Junior)
Rating: General
Summary: Erenville comes home after a long day at work and the sight he saw is enough to melt away any snow
Getting specimens from the docks of Sharlayan into Labyrinthos is always a hassle, regardless of how often he’s done it. Rock samples can break, plants are susceptible to frostbite, and live animals are happy to show you how much they do not like being removed from their home.
After loading the last of the containers onto the boat, he takes a second to stretch his back and look around. The weather had turned from clear skies to heavy snow since he stepped off the boat, but it did not deter the people from getting their work done. Young scholars trying to get a bite to eat under the cover of the Last Stand, researchers rushing indoors to keep their papers from getting soaked, and even his fellow gleaners continuing to take inventory despite the snow gathering on their hats and shoulders.
The world-ending crisis was averted not too long ago; if anything, he should be spending time relaxing. On any other day, he might have been motivated to start the next task or even plan for tomorrow. But right now, the only thing he longs for is a warm drink and seeing his love.
Yet here he is, still doing his job.
“I’m surprised that you’re still at it, I figured you would be on your way home by now.” The male elezen, Harlissand, didn’t even look up from counting the cargo when he made his remark. Erenville faintly remembers when the man admitted that he barely felt any change in his workload before and after the world was saved from another calamity. “Unless you are trying to stall time to find a gift for your partner.”
“What makes you say so?”
“Frankly, you’ve been staring longingly towards the residential area for the last bell now. So, I would have expected you to be heading off.” Harlissand even gave a nonchalant shrug, “It's not like you have something that needs to be done today, right?”
“I… I suppose you are right. I assume you don’t mind making sure the specimens get where they need to be?” When a proper reason didn’t pop into his head, Harlissand waved him off without another word and Erenville took it as his chance to get away.
He had never been more relieved to step into his shared home, especially when he could feel the snow stuck to his hair and clothes. The ambient heat was working its magic on the chill that seeped into his bones, and he could feel the sensation returning to his stiff fingers again. It didn’t take him long to kick off his wet boots and set down the heavy backpack. Only when he peeled off the top layer of his uniform did he note how quiet it was.
Junior should have been home bells ago. The only evidence that he returned was the pair of muddied boots sitting in the corner waiting to be cleaned, yet there was not even a peep from the miqo’te. Not far into the house, Erenville picks up the sound of crackling flame from the living room before poking his head in to check if his partner is there instead.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him. A nest of pillows and blankets was made underneath the window facing the front of the house, the glass already covered in frost and snow. What melted his heart was the person curled up at the center of the nest. Junior had fallen asleep on his side with the hood of his fat cat sweater pulled up to shield his face from the sun, but it had started to fall off during his nap and now a single ear poked out from under the fabric.
Erenvile makes sure to brush off the last snow from his person before creeping into the room. He took one steady step after another, closer until he was just an arm’s length away. Being this close he could spot the green-colored tail tucked under Junior as it wrapped loosely around for him to hold like a stuffed animal. The room was filled with purrs and he looked no different from a cat sunning in the afternoon light.
“Junior,” the word came out barely just a whisper, yet his ear slightly twitched at the sound.
“Spíra,” this time a little louder and his eyelashes flutter as he rolls onto his back.
“Strjana.” Only then did he let out a soft hum when his purring stopped. His eyes slowly opened and Erenville could watch as his brain began to register the world around him.
Not a second later, Junior’s attention focuses on him and the smile he got is enough to melt any snow.
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Thank you:
@sileniadream for the Meteion Divider
@luxicorde for helping with the edits
and Sky for the the adorable work that goes with this work ❤️
There is a re-occurring quest of sorts in Final Fantasy XIV called ‘Wondrous Tails’, and it is given to you in Idyllshire by a young Miqo’te named Khloe Aliapoh. Specifically, she gives you an empty journal and asks you to write down the stories of your past and future adventures so that she can share them with everyone she meets!
By re-completing past content, you can earn stickers in order to make lines across a card in a style similar to bingo, with each finished line netting all sorts of prizes once the journal is turned in.
In much the same way, ‘Wondrous Tails of FFXIV’ is a multi-month event that utilizes a prompt-filled bingo card format in order to encourage participants to tell the stories in an environment with minimal restrictions and maximum possibilities.
This event is open to both visual and written media, and anyone that participates with at least one valid entry is entered for a raffle that takes place after the end of the event. However, participants do not need to worry about raffle entries or its few restrictions if all they'd like to do is take part and have fun!
> The next iteration of Wondrous Tails of FFXIV will start on March 15th and end on May 15th! <
For more information about the event, start/end dates and whatnot, please check out the links found below!
Less than two weeks before we kick off this year’s Wondrous Tails event!
I have updated the prompt list for the bingo card, so anyone interested in taking part is welcome to start putting their own card together — just remember, no creating or posting until the clock strikes midnight CST on March 15th! It will go for two months, so there’s absolutely no rush in getting things created; just focus on having fun with it!
I will also be putting out a survey/feedback form for anyone who may be able to donate towards the current prize pool. I am looking to do prizes the same way as the last event (everyone with entries has a chance to win, the winners are pulled a week after the event is over), so right now the current prizes are for 5 winners of $20 USD on a gift card to use however they like! It was originally supposed to be items from the Mog Station, but seeing as Square Enix changed how you could do those, we’re going with the next best option!
As always, if there are any questions, issues, or if one of the links to anything doesn’t work, please send me an ask here or at my main blog @darthsuki!
After much struggle trying to fix it however we could, our fridge completely broke down. It's not cooling or freezing at all. It's an unexpected expense I can't afford as I'm barely scraping by as is, so I've made a gofundme for it.
It would be a bit of help towards paying bills, as well, as I catch up on my paid writing queue.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Bounty Hunters of the Crystarium approach Cyella and, to her shock, Beq Lugg, with a request for assistance. They have accepted a bounty in Il Mheg and seek guidance in navigating the area without running afoul of the fae inhabitants, and who better to ask than a Nu Mou and an experienced adventurer? Cyella can hardly refuse a request from the group she put once put together, along with the opportunity to perhaps lay some ghosts of the past to rest.
Cyella takes the chance to reflect on her time as Cylva with the Warriors of Darkness, when they came to Il Mheg and Branden received his Crystal of Light, and the part she played in the history of The First, as Savior and Shadowkeeper alike. How her allies today remind her of her long gone family.
However, it soon becomes clear that this may be more than a mental trip down memory lane. When a figure from Beq Lugg and Cyella’s past appears, she must confront the weight of sins and mercy alike.
My FFXIV Big Bang fic is now up! Warriors of Darkness lovers come get your JUICE
Notes: Commission piece! This continues a small part close to the ending of Endwalker.
Relationship: G'raha Tia x Female WoL [Fuujin Lorelei]
Rating: Explicit (so much fucking porn)
Ao3 link
Summary: Fuujin lays in her bed, dreading the coming fight. Who will she lose at the edge? Who will be left to tell the stories? Luckily the person who could distract her from the plaguing thoughts is knocking at her door.
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Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The carbuncle clock clicks away as seconds turn into minutes and into bells. The sun had long descended and left the chill air to nip at her fingers. The Final Days were at their doorsteps, and the only thing she could do was lay on her futon and stare at the ceiling; the gravity of the situation she had put herself in is enough to pin her in place.
Marielle, Thancred's lover, had made her promise to bring him home; her words were spoken with a hint of desperation. It was no secret that Thancred would be the first to throw himself into danger for his friends, and for his family. The twins’ parents approached her for the same assurance. Fourchenault could barely keep his voice from wavering as he asked for Alisaie and Alphinaud to come home safely. Even with Ameliance there offering a comforting arm around his back, his eyes were already glazed over with tears. It’s not difficult to agree when she already has plans to keep them safe; if only it was easy to say “I will.”
Fuujin made plenty of promises over the years, yet vows never weighed as heavy as they do now; not when the voices in her head fill the silence of the room. Who will she lose in the battle? How many more people must be sacrificed for everyone to be safe? Who would be left to remember and pick up the pieces? The Scion’s lives are not the only ones on her shoulders. If they falter, if she falters, it would mean the death of the Source as they know it. Everything they ever cared for would be wiped out.
The knocking at the door slowly brought her back to the present. She turns on her futon to look, a thought crossing her mind to pretend to be asleep. Another series of short knocks followed by a sweetly familiar voice calling out to her, “Fuujin? Are you up? I have some treats you might like.”
Her stomach lets out an almost monstrous growl that echoes through the entire room before she could even answer. Grumbling, Fuujin pushes herself off her bed to shuffle down the stairs. Her fingers reach up to smooth down any bed hair, careful to make sure that her ring did not get caught, as her other hand twisted the knob.
“I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your evening?” He flashes her a shy smile with two paper bags in his arms, marked clearly to be from the Last Stand. She couldn’t help but giggle while stepping aside to let him in.
“Not at all, but I am starting to wonder if you’re going to make a habit of coming to my room late at night.” G’raha froze mid-step and stammered at her teasing. With his face turning the same color as his hair, the miqo’te beelined for her kitchen with the scent of sugar trailing behind him and filling the apartment.
By the time she had turned around, the desserts were fully unpacked. Fuujin couldn't help but smile as he fretted, taking a seat on one of her carbuncle armchairs. It didn’t take long for him to set down plates of cinnamon rolls, cookies, and even a whole strawberry tart onto her table along with a fork.
“Did you buy every dessert they have, Raha?” Fuujin jokes, picking up the fork as G’raha returns to the kitchen. “Though I would never deny free sweets.”
“N-no! I mean sort of, but no!” Fuujin decides against teasing again as she digs into the cinnamon rolls. The frosting-covered pastry melted in her mouth, and along with it her worries.
She was lost in her personal heaven, floating from one sugary cloud to another. Just as she thought she was having her fill, a hand offers a cup of piping, homemade hot chocolate. A drink she is more than happy to accept, perfect for warding off the cold night and her spiraling thoughts.
"Are you feeling better?" He whispers, his eyes darting across her face. G'raha sits on the couch’s arm as he leans over her. His hand combs through her hair before rubbing at the base of her ears, gentle enough for her to purr at his touch.
"Just you being here is enough, Raha," she leans into his hand as she continues to sip the hot chocolate. "And yes, the sweets and hot chocolate are working."
"Then, if you don't mind me," before she could question what he meant, G'raha tucked his arms under her knees and around her shoulders. With ease, he picked her up and settled into her spot, placing her onto his lap. It’s a miracle that they managed to move around without spilling a drop.
Fuujin couldn't deny how she easily melts into him, her ear pressed against his chest, picking up the steady thump of his heartbeat.
"If you wanted to manhandle me, you didn't have to butter me up with sugar and chocolate." Despite her teasing, Fuujin’s tail brushed against his, purposely entwining them together. She could feel a giggle tickle at her throat as the thumping in Graha’s chest picked up.
"Consider it a small cost to pay to help you relax," G'raha admits as his hands return to her hair, his fingers once again tangling into the strands and undoing any of the knots that had formed. He plants a small kiss on the top of her head, whispering out his concern, "you've been locked in your room for the last couple of bells. I know that the coming trip is on your mind, but not taking care of yourself will only make things worse."
Fuujin lets out a soft hum which slowly rolls into a purr as he continues to brush her hair. His chest rumbles and vibrates as his sound tumbles out to match hers.
Her eyes close as she ingrains the moment in her mind. The soft touch of his hand, the scent of sweets, and the purr that she loves so much. She memorizes every little detail as if it is the last time; it’s hard to know when fate would allow her to be back in his arms when she is constantly stopping one apocalypse after another. G'raha sits in silence, his face slowly rubbing against her hair, the rumbling in his chest seems almost never-ending as he waits patiently until she is ready to speak again.
"I... I can't help but wonder if I’ll lose anyone in this fight. And who? How many will fall because of my mistakes?" There is a tightness in her throat that she has never felt before, one that makes her words feel like lead. Yet they came tumbling out as if a dam had broken, and her thoughts came pouring out like water.
"What would I tell Marielle? Thancred has always been the first to take action, even more now that he took up the gunblade. What if he got seriously hurt? Or even worse, killed?
“Alisaie throws herself into battle, blade first more often than not. She did it when we faced Emet and again with the Blasphemies. Alphinaud is doing a good job as a sage and protecting everyone, but I worry that it puts a target on his back." Tears well in her eyes with worry, the only thing preventing them from spilling is the reassuring arm wrapped around her waist. “How would I tell Ameliance and Fourchenault that I couldn’t protect them? I promised them that I would bring their children home. Should I explain to them that the twins fought bravely? That it's okay because they did what they thought was right? I have barely managed to save them before; when we were kicked out of Ul’dah, being accused of heresy in Ishgard, or even when we fought Emet-Selch deep down in the Tempest. I was one step away from losing them."
"I don't want to even get started with Estinien, Urianger, and Y'shtola. I only wish to go home with everyone. Alive. I want to make it back without worrying about breaking the news to someone." She lets out a shuddering breath, choking back the tears that are threatening to fall. Spoken out loud, Fuujin could not deny the weight they hold on her heart. The tangible stress is like a noose around her neck; the only way forward she could see is riddled with the blood and bodies of her family.
"Tell me that you won’t throw your life away just for me." Fuujin jabs him on the sides. The unexpected wheeze that came out of him was enough to crack the thick air and lighten the mood. “Swear to me that you won’t try to pull the same thing as you did back on the first.” There is no need for her to remind him of the promise of their youth. Back when he fell asleep inside the tower, she swore to be there, to be the first to say ‘Good morning’. That promise alone became one of the reasons why she pulled herself out of bed, why she continued to fight, and why she took up a sword and shield.
A moment passed, then another. The room fills with silence as she turns away from him. She was grateful that he didn't push for more. Some words are meant to be unspoken, lest she speaks them into reality. She had lost him once before, her heart can’t bear the idea of losing him again. Giving in to her insistence, he takes her hand and brings her fingers to his lips before pressing it over his heart. “I promise to uphold the vow I made on our wedding day; that I will be with you until we are old and gray.”
“Good, now say that you will bring sweets like this every night to me.” The huff that came out of him is enough to make her smile. She knows that he would make regular trips to the Last Stand if she asked nicely. Silence, once tense, has shifted into something more comfortable, more open.
"Do you remember the promise we made just before I locked myself into the tower?" G'raha started after giving her a moment to calm down, pulling away to take the cold cup from her hands and set it aside. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head while his fingers traced her cheek. Fuujin stared into his red eyes, nuzzling against his hand. He lightly bumped his forehead against hers, and she took comfort in the fact that she could feel the soft thumping of his heart and the sweet purrs in his chest. “When I woke up centuries later, I was devastated to find out that you had... That you were gone. I didn't believe them. It was impossible for someone as strong and amazing as you to simply be gone."
"I believed that it was my fault. Perhaps if I didn’t lock myself inside the tower, I could have been there to help you. Or at the very least, I would be by your side.” He brings a finger to her lips and shushes her before she could even begin to deny it. His voice grew tight and Fuujin felt like she could touch his palpable fear. G'raha leans in to bury his face in her neck. “I know you’d rather we stay here where it’s safe. But we do this because we want to, we want to take your burdens onto our shoulders. We don’t want to lose you. I don't want to lose you.”
Fuujin could feel him press his lips against her shoulder and along the curve of her neck to her cheek. G’raha placed kiss after kiss after kiss onto every inch of her face as if it would be his last. The scent of his soap tickles her nose and serves only as a reminder of where he had touched. And like ice, the weight on her heart melts away from his warmth. His hands, gentle and firm, held her as if she were a precious treasure that could shatter at a moment's notice. The warm, fuzzy feeling fills her more than the hot chocolate and desserts that he brought.
"Will you allow me to cherish you?" He asks when he finally pulls away while his hand drags down the length of her arm. His red eyes look at her wide and hopeful, and the decision came without a second thought; she leans forward and captures his lips for a kiss. He lets out a startled gasp, as if he wasn't the one that initiated the entire thing.
Fuujin pushed herself up until she could swing one leg over his and straddle him without breaking the kiss. Her heart flips when he gently sucks on her bottom lip, soft and wanting. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed his body against hers, his breath running against her skin, his warm hands settling on her hips and fingers caressing the sensitive space behind her knees. Her own hands drag across his clothes, pulling at his scarf and tugging at his layers until they start to fall off. Her breath hitched when she accidentally brushed against the tent growing in his pants. She slowly pulls away, her eyelids fluttering open to see his face. His cheeks were tinted red, eyes half open and hazy, and both his ears drooped down. She looks back down only to catch a glimpse of tongue darting out to lick his upper lip. He looked positively drunk and his hands told her that he is hoping for another taste.
"Is that enough of an ans-!" Fuujin latched onto him without a moment’s hesitation as he suddenly stood up. By the time she had gotten over the initial shock, he had already carried her up the short steps toward the upper level with his arms around her waist, and her legs wrapped around his hips. This doesn't stop her from lightly smacking the back of his head for scaring her. “Warn me next time, will you?”
Her annoyance is quickly washed away when he gently sets her on the edge of her bed. Instead, her heart picks up at the sight of him kneeling between her legs. Piece by piece, he slowly peels away her layers. And with every ilm of skin revealed, he would press kisses that send shivers up her spine. From her thighs to her waist to her navel, G'raha left no space untouched, no place unloved.
She can feel the way his hands slightly tremble, his lips lingering a few seconds longer. Even when he takes her left hand into his, kissing the back of it, then once again just below her ring finger. Every move is made out of tender love and devotion. But she can sense the underlying fear of losing her once again.
Yet he looked at her as if she is a goddess and he was a follower to attend to her every want.
While her clothes were a mess at the foot of her bed, she felt none of the chilly air that had bothered her earlier in the night. Instead, her core felt like a furnace; Burning brighter and brighter with every second.
G'raha glides his hand up her leg again until he reaches her inner thigh. A pause, his eyes flickering up to look at her. Fuujin's only answer is to part her legs farther, revealing how wet she has gotten. His calloused finger stroked the folds of her pussy, drawing a needy whine from her lips. It was completely coated in slick before he pressed into her, gently caressing her insides and making her knees weak. Her body quickly betrayed her, legs snapping together, trapping him the second he pressed her sweet spot dead on. Which only encouraged him to slip another finger in to attack her weakness; his thumb grazed over her clit and worked in time with his fingers. Fuujin grasps his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pulled cry after blissful cry from her. If she had the time and concentration, she would admire the way his hair clips had slipped, causing his red fluffy locks to fall onto his face as he continued.
She could feel the near peak of her orgasm. His warm breath against her exposed chest, fingers curled inside, and his other hand firmly holding her leg in place. The knot inside grew tighter and tighter until the pleasure turned her mind into a blank slate.
"Was that a good distraction for you, my warrior?" His voice, breathless and husky, draws her attention back to him. Opening her eyes, which she doesn't remember even closing, Fuujin looks down to see G'raha licking her juices from his hand while his tail sways behind him in long, excited strokes.
While a good distraction, Fuujin craves something bigger, much bigger than his fingers inside of her, and it only reminds her that he is still fully dressed. Grabbing onto his shirt, she wordlessly pulls him onto her bed. The wide-eyed look on his face, his tail curling and ears perking up encouraged her to continue.
Her hands slipped under his shirt, fingers pressed down against his muscle as she pulled the fabric higher and higher. His body twitches and jolts under her touch, his own hands gripping her futon in an attempt to stay still. His eyes follow her after she pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Her nails have left crescent moon impressions on his shoulders, ones that she apologetically traces before she drifts down to his tattoo. Further and further down she went, memorizing the lines of his body. The thought still haunts her, the idea of possibly losing him at the edge of the world. Thus, she takes her time, memorizing every detail of the love of her life.
By the time she reached the edge of his pants, the red flush from his face had spread to the rest of his body. The tent could not be more obvious with the way it strained the front of his pants. Her hands tug at them until they fall off, pulling his aching member free; the tip already dripping precum despite being neglected this entire time.
Fuujin straddles his waist, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. G'raha lifts her with each of his own and holds her over the head of his cock. Her heart leaped into her throat as she slowly sunk down, feeling every ilm being pushed inside, her walls stretching to accommodate his length.
She leans forward, kissing along his shoulders and up his neck, lips purposely following the outline of his archon tattoos. Behind them, his tail brushed against hers before they curled around each other. Moans and gasps spill from her mouth at every movement. A low purr rumbles in his chest, clearly enjoying the noises she makes until he finally bottoms out. Simply sitting there sends small shocks of pleasure through her body.
His hand rubs soothing circles around the base of her tail as the other guides her to ride him, lifting her up only to sink down once more in a rush of pleasure. Over and over, as the slick noises of their joining fill the room. Her mouth hangs open, the only thing coming out are moans, cries, and what syllables she could get out of his name before her mind is submerged in pleasure once again. She could not think about anything save for him and the bliss. As she nears her peak, he lifts his hips to meet her in the middle. Pulling a cry from her, her eyes roll from bliss. It feels as if he is going deeper.
"Fuujin," he mutters into her ear, his breath hot and heavy against the sensitive skin, and she could only respond with a whine. "I'm almost there ."
With her mind barely able to form any words, she did her best to nod. It was enough as he drove into her even harder. Between G'raha's powerful thrusts, gravity pulling her down to meet him, and the warmth of his cum filling her up to the brim from his release, she lets out a final cry before collapsing onto him. With no energy left, she stayed put in his arms as he leaned back to lay the both of them properly on the bed and pull her blanket over their bare bodies. Her eyes barely stayed open long enough to even wish him a good night before the darkness took her into a quiet, restful sleep.
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Fuujin woke up to the feeling of gentle fingers combing through her hair, warm sun rays caressing her body, and soothing purrs coming from the chest below her. She pried open her eyes to look around, the stained glass window had shattered color across her room in a glow that makes her wonder if she is still dreaming. Turning to face G’raha, she places a simple kiss on his lips and whispers, “Good morning, Raha.”
Merry Christmas!! I hope you have a happy holiday spent with the people you enjoy being around, fill your stomach with food, and/or received an excellent gift!
I have plans to set up a New Years resolution around writing while working more on my commissions with the few days I have off. It's a pity that I haven't finished them as fast as I was hoping. Do you have any plans?
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